pouts. He thinks he also has the advantage of others underestimating him. He'd be the ultimate nation hero.

's hair is already messy. He tries to peer through the mass of hair that falls over his eyes. 'Yeah, it would. But I'd be the best.' He_

'clarifies'.

shakes his head, and points at him. 'Nope, you're too big-headed.' He says, his tone in no way offensive.

points at his own face. 'But I'm cuter. And I still have the Maori native inside me.' He strikes a pose. 'I'm an animal!' He grins.

laughs, thinking Alfred is joking. 'Ha, Americans have nothing on us kiwis. Everyone knows that!'