"Well," said Amaya, because she was, unrelentingly, a nerd, "practically, yes. Before cast iron came around, all cannonballs really were were just smoothed out, rounded stones, so you're not wrong there."
But when she looked toward Irene to shoot her a wry grin to go along with the comment, she felt like she'd unexpectedly just ran into something, like something a little bit...indescribable had just struck her, caused her breath to hitch a little bit. Her grin went into something much softer, and once she realized that the heat was starting to creep in on her cheeks, she resolved to push right on past whatever that was and get back to the task at hand.
Clearly just the lingering thrill of success. That had to be it.
"You want to pick out the next one, then?' she said, gladly taking the excuse to nod toward the gathered projectiles again. "I'll work on the counterweight?"
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But when she looked toward Irene to shoot her a wry grin to go along with the comment, she felt like she'd unexpectedly just ran into something, like something a little bit...indescribable had just struck her, caused her breath to hitch a little bit. Her grin went into something much softer, and once she realized that the heat was starting to creep in on her cheeks, she resolved to push right on past whatever that was and get back to the task at hand.
Clearly just the lingering thrill of success. That had to be it.
"You want to pick out the next one, then?' she said, gladly taking the excuse to nod toward the gathered projectiles again. "I'll work on the counterweight?"