May's energy and enthusiasm have always been an incredible thing to witness. She's never held back, not once. And today is no different.
"Look! Look, look! I can jump higher than you can, Mr. Lucas! Look!"
We've made it to Carleon, and while the stop isn't nearly as long - not even overnight - May is of course out of the cart to stretch her legs. She was promised a lunch in Carleon, after all.
And, apparently, she's decided to start a contest about jumping. Which is quite bold, given she's got the shortest legs out of anyone around.
"You know, I can jump the highest," Valentine speaks up, a smile on his lips. "It's not even a contest."
May gasps, and points at him. "I have to prove it! You gotta do it, Mr. Valentine!"
He chuckles. "Well, I can't just jump my highest for no reason. Wasting a jump like that is a good way to lose the ability to do it."
"But...but! Noooo. You have to prove it. I need to see it."
