She tapped her lips in thought. The Bard had well over 300 poems, of course, she hadn't even memorized 10. She knew Sonnet 18 was one of his most famous, but it wasn't something she personally liked. It was just something her governess insisted upon. She had been given monologues to recite, though she had no idea what plays they were from or why they were what they were. So she had to think on the few she knew.

"Oh, I don't know about... favorite, but I do like 'Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,' the most. I like that it's an entire poem about comforting someone. So many of his poems are about love. I've never been in love... but I have been scared before," she offered.

At his description of highbrow, she tilted her head. "Those all sound like very good things! If there's a highbrow, is there a low and middle brow? Is there a higher and highest brow? Are all professors highbrow then?" after all, no one was as bookish as a professor.