[And yet, somewhere in the back of her mind, she was wondering if this was a good idea. Oh well, it was too late to back down now. All she could do was give a nod.]

Of course, although, I would like it if you didn't throw a narwhal at me. I rather not be drenched in water. I rather not be sick and have a cold kill me.

[Was she serious or not? Who knows.]