[She's silently sizing him up, carefully training her gaze to seem less strategic than she wanted to appear. He was a cheery one, and the only other person she knew to be that cheery wasn't here at the present moment.

A slender brow raises at the question of a basketball, and she allows a small lift at the corner of her mouth as her shoulders seem to relax just a bit.]

As a matter of fact, I'm looking for a goal myself... (And an heir, but baby steps are a good start.)

But no basketball so far, though if you need an extra pair of eyes, I wouldn't mind helping. (I could probably kill two birds with one stone.)