"Luck is putting it lightly..." He grins at her, and gives a little shrug, not really caring if it was good or bad. When she spoke about how this was one of the few spots in the city that actually had any natural landscaping, and how she wished that the construction would just stop, so that there would be places like the hill and parks left, he just looks at her. Internally he agreed with her, he did wish that people would slow down a little bit in their ongoing thought that it was such a necessary thing to create man-made structures.<br/><br/>Sitting where he was, not moving in the least, he watched as she attempted to kick the worn out soccer ball from before into the goal opposite where he was sitting, but like before completely failing. Somehow she managed to get the ball to hit the side post of the goal, so that it came flying back in his direction. He wasn't worried, and at the right moment he jumps up, flipping slightly midair, and brings his foot to the sphere, sending it back the way it had come, though with a lot more speed. It flies through the air and goes into the net of the goal at the far end of the field, and he'd kicked it so hard that it broke through the back of the net and continued on that way.<br/><br/>All this had happened with him still midair, and he gracefully touches ground, landing like an expert gymnast. Standing straight, he looks to her, who had a sheepish look on her face as she apologized to him. "You really do suck." He says bluntly, going over to where he'd placed the net holding his own soccer ball within it on the ground. Next to it lay the bento, and he picks it up, going over and handing it to her. "However...your food doesn't suck...as much." He actually really liked it, but he wasn't going to say that out loud to her.