[Wow Siiri do you have to be so intense about it, now Åsa isn't sure whether to be more embarrassed about the fact that Siiri thinks that she's cute when she really isn't or to apologise for saying that she isn't (even though she really isn't). What she really wants is for the ground to swallow her up. Or for Siiri to stop glaring. Either would be good. For now she just looks down and curls in a little, trying to hide from her somewhat.]

It's - I mean - thank you! But I'm too... [She waves a hand, awkwardly.] Ah, I mean, well, it doesn't matter! [...Does Siiri really think she's cute? And why does that make Åsa even more embarrassed. She's not sure she wants to say anything else. What if Siiri changes her mind?]

Ah, but Floweregg's cuter!