[Oh, she likes this girl. Very much. So polite and proper. Definitely someone she hoped her son would one day befriend. It's making her blush in turn, this feeling so special thing~

But call it a mother's intuition or being that observing, she's going to ask--]

An honor, huh? [Oh, look at the mischief behind her eyes.] Now, there's only two reasons a girl would say that. You either like my boy, or he's done great things.