[ as he pokes around in the stove somewhat, his mind wanders. what to say, what to say.

well, what about the truth? ]

Well, then, as I was saying-- once upon a time, there once lived a pretty princess in the land of tennis named 'Ryoma'. She was a beautiful princess, like all princesses wont, with eyes of gold and hair of black. Because of her prowess in tennis, legend has it that she was born with a golden tennis racket in hand.

[ and here, he stops his poking to look over to Ryoma's huddled form with amusement. ] A little like our tennis prodigy here, I'd say.