Asuka glares down at him and yanks her hand back, settling both on her hips as she starts into full-blown chastisement, "What, you think they still make footballs like that anymore? I had to hunt through three or four different market stalls before I actually found one in decent condition! Not to mention the money I spent on it! And now it's just a pile of ash because apparently you like vaporizing things at random!"

She holds her hand out, palm up, "You owe me for a new one, jerk."