*Yasha's entire face turns shining neon red when she's called pretty, which you're pretty sure human faces aren't supposed to do. Good thing we live in anime land. She then bites her lip as Sylvia's voice breaks, and takes a step forward and clasps Sylvia's hands in her own, still blushing like mad.*

I-it's fine! It's totally fine, don't beat yourself up. And like, you made it into the Junior Pro league too? That's super rad! That makes this an even better present, then.

*Yasha lets go of Sylvia's hands and takes a step back, doing her best to look cool and confident again with what is rapidly becoming a full body neon blush. Sylvia would notice a gift wrapped rectangle in her hands at this point. Smooth af, Yasha.*