Amumu hurried after her, careful not to take another tumble with the bit of funeral wrapping trailing from his foot. When he'd reached the bench he climbed up and turned, then plopped down. His short stature made it so his legs were dangling from the bench, and he swung them back and forth, pleased with their seating arrangement.

He listened closely as she spoke, a wide grin on his face. "I think I agree with you on the people. Do you go to classes and all of that stuff, too? I remember you being a really good fighter, so you must go pow!" he illustrated, punching the air. "Pow, bam, kiss!" He continued with one swing then two, blew her trademark kiss then winked. "Like that!"