Holy queen mother of Apodeia that's... a very gorgeous smile. The kind of smile that turns teenage girls into gaping, bumbling idiots. Which is promptly what happens to Ilda, because she is a teenage girl.

"No!" she exclaims all of a sudden, then catches herself a moment later. Cue a look of panic and a thoroughly embarrassed smile. "I-I mean, don't go. You don't have to pay! I mean—" She clears her throat, repeatedly, weirdly, and when she speaks again she does so in a... strangely husky voice. (Isn't that what you do when you want to channel your sexiness?) "Why not? Is this lantern not pretty enough for you? Or does the idea of this festival contradict your fine sensibilities?"

(Uh, what.)