[ Zelda follows slowly as Darin moves around the room, trying not to jostle the camera but also trying to keep him in frame. Is it that he's easily distracted or hyperactive?

Ah, and now he's... swimming on the bed. (Yes, Zelda feels like she's swimming in it every time she sits down on it, but not literally.)

He calls her name over and over again and she is once more reminded strongly of the children at Hateno school. ]

Yes, Darin. [ There's a hint of exasperation in her tone, but a smile on her lips.

"If you could research anything in the world, what would it be?"

Oh.

Zelda isn't prepared for him to put her on the spot like this.

Because she knows the answer to his question easily enough, but the subject isn't one she wants to bring up at the moment. The last thing she wants to do is immediately kill his good mood. ]

I'm sorry, I thought I was the one conducting this interview. [ She plays at a stern rebuff, but her tone is sardonic. ] But I promise I shall tell you after.

[ And she means it. ]

Now, can you tell me if what you're experiencing feels different from last time?