[ She sure does, which Iria makes a small face at, but regains her composure quickly. This guy sure is witty. Though when he mentions the north like that, she thinks of a deathly cold place full of snow. If that's the case, birds chirping at night really would be a rare occurrence. ]

I'm not sure if my place of origin would be any interesting, considering where you're from. It's... peaceful, on the surface. The climate makes the weather bearable. The closest thing to magic would be... hm.

[ Iria tears out a small corner piece of paper from her notebook and finally puts that down on the ground. She puts her hands behind her back and holds out two fists outward towards him. ]

Pick the hand that you think has the paper in it.