[Give her a second, she's ooh-ing and ahh-ing at everything. Everything. She's even going to look out the window at that scenic Nothing.
But at his question, she whirls back around - still smiling big - before pulling a couple folded pieces of paper from somewhere.
And with that, she moves to stand right next to him; apparently opting not to sit at all, but whatever.]

This!

... Do you wanna read it, or do you want Ibuki to?
I was gonna write music to back it up, but then I remembered you don't like electric guitars...
So Ibuki also figured screaming or beatboxing was out, so now it's kind of plain...

[That paper's being held out to him, now, and... it's got a little doodle of a snake on it.
And she really can't draw. Don't judge.]