"I guess? I've never really met Mr. Kuja before, so I couldn't say. He's a friend of yours?" She asks.

"A good book is never to be looked askance at, I always say." Corrin says primly. "Growing up, some of my best friends were books." At least, thanks to the incredibly well-stocked library the Northern Fortress possessed that her siblings had always been adding to as well; she'd never been in any danger of running out of reading material (especially once she was fifteen or sixteen and had found the romance novels that had somehow found their way into the collection. Corrin always suspected Camilla probably had a hand in that; either way, they'd gotten her hooked on the genre, hopeless romantic that she was). "Anyway, I don't have a specific part in mind; I think the play is an original one, so it's not as though I can buy a copy of the script anywhere, but I'm sure Mr. Kuja has accounted for that. And if I don't get a part in the play, I think I'll offer my services as a seamstress; you know, working on the costumes and the like. I'm pretty good with a needle and thread so that's always a good fall-back."