Milly, arms still folded across her chest, came to a halt when she heard Johnathan's voice. He was kind of a weird guy(because being an underdeveloped girl with an explosives fetish isn't weird at all, is it?) but he was also pretty nice, and he seemed to also be one of the few people who acknowledged that she was just a late bloomer and her current appearance would probably be long gone even by next year! She had grown taller? Satisfaction swelled inside of the tiny girl as she unfolded her arms and placed one hand against her chest.

"Of course! There's no question about it," she began with a smile, "Just because I look like this now, doesn't mean I'm not still growing! By next year I'll be a bombshell that knocks any other girl on this ship aside!"

Her smile radiated confidence. Of course it would be like that, right? It had to be! And of [i]course[/i] she was going to have breakfast... though that last comment intrigued her. Something interesting!? In Milly's mind, that could mean only one thing! She placed her hands against her cheeks, her heart hammering in her chest as the thought of more efficient gunpowder, the heat of explosions, and all kinds of amazing, wonderful, perfect and great things! The thought of new explosives filled her with so much excitement she could barely contain it, even as she approached the ship's kitchen to get her meal, going through the motions of getting her food while her mind was clearly fixated elsewhere.

"Haaah... gunpowder~"