Yeah... I'd like that too. [Still sceptical as hell that's actually going to happen, but a little softer on her words there for a moment.

Even knowing they're planning to destroy the bamboo at the end of the night, she can't help but give it a hand and pick off a yellowing leaf, tossing it lightly on the ground.]

I think I'll steer clear of making living sacrifices, though. I wouldn't like it if someone burned or drowned me for a chance at making their wish come true, and I bet you wouldn't either.

[Though she's been more focused on the bamboo and the paper wishes up until now, she shoots him a particularly displeased, narrow-eyed look at the end.]