Hobbies were hobbies, they weren't for everyone but there was always one for someone to get into. As for the height difference, it was likely fairly minimal. Canon was petite and short; she was quite certain that only dwarves were smaller than herself in her own world! Really Canon?

"It would, it is singular and perfectly acceptable in this sort of situation," grammar, like cleanliness, led to godliness. Excuse you, sir! Canon needn't take time out of her precious day to curl her magnificent blonde tresses. They were naturally so and she certainly couldn't blame him, or anyone else, if they were jealous of their perfection. Even if there were no televisions with the dueling network here, Canon would still be blind to what he would mean by duel monsters. Televisions didn't exist where she hailed from and duel monsters generally meant beasts or therians were engaging in combat with one another.

She was tiny! But unlike Rex, she very much appreciated the petite stature. She was, after all, a lady.

"Why would ever purchase you a meal? It is not my fault that you chose to walk when I was firing. Perhaps you could be more properly on the lookout in the future, hm?" Boys, psh.