“Well, your faith in me– a total stranger, is greatly appreciated.” She exaggerated the words, and a grin formed easily on her lips after they left her. “No? I’m insulted, because I thought Dorothy and her journey were rather quite fascinating, but I suppose I’m flattered that I don’t strike you as boring.” She eyed him briefly as he looked at her, thinking that he didn’t appear boring, either. A relief, in all honesty, because she failed miserably at forced conversation; small talk had never been her strong suit, and it was almost painful to have to pretend to be interested in a conversation she’d rather not be having. “Perfect, and if it comes down to it, I can just find a way to get us a private jet. Shouldn’t be too difficult,” she joked, a soft chuckle echoing the words. Of course, she had no intention to fly to Los Angeles the following day, or anytime soon, but she certainly wouldn’t be opposed to taking a trip there again someday. She’d spent several holidays there, and she’d always loved it. “Eh, I’ve never really been a big fan of easy As and anyway, dropping it would prevent me from reaching my goal, which is to learn as many languages as possible before I die. I’m somewhat of a language enthusiast, I guess.” Lia may not have enjoyed school, but she wasn’t a fan of taking the easy way out and was a big believer in nothing being worth having if one didn’t work for it. “You have? You certainly have my attention, then, and if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I suppose I could swallow my pride and accept your offer for your number, if you really don’t mind. I mean, as much as I would love to be eaten alive by a komodo dragon, I think I’d rather live, for now.” The amusement lacing her tone canceled out the serious expression she managed to mantain, which resulted in her dropping the act altogether.
“History. And before you ask how I can hate history, out of all things, it isn’t so much the history itself I dislike. It’s how entirely dull the teachers always are; I don’t come to class to be lectured. Granted, I don’t particularly enjoy getting involved, either, but having a teacher recite our history to me isn’t my idea of a good time,” she explained, giving a dramatic shake of her head as she did so. Of course, she could never actually burn a book, even if she loathed the pages within it. “I’m a fan… but it needs to be more chaotic than that. A fire drill with the lights off, perhaps? Although, I wouldn’t want anyone to get injured and some people might start tripping over each other.”
And as amusing as that would be to watch, a miniscule part of her would feel bad; the downside of having a conscience.
“You haven’t given me cause to think you’re a bumbling idiot yet, might as well give you the benefit of the doubt.” Cade chuckles, his opinion could easily change over the course of this interaction but the girl in front of him didn’t exactly dump alcohol over his head in the first five minutes of them talking - so compared to his other recent meetings this was going swimmingly. “Dorothy wasn’t my cup of tea personally, I’ve been made aware she’s a beloved classic however.” He never really grew up with the Wizard of Oz, it wasn’t a tale his father was keen on. In fact, Cade couldn’t think much his father was actually keen on now he was thinking of it. “Sounds like we have the starts of an adventure in the works.” It was more of a ‘someday’ kind of a concept to him then anything but it didn’t hurt to discuss - even if he never ended up seeing the city with Lia. “Have you ever been?” It’s a curiosity thing, he personally hadn’t yet but it was closer to the top of his bucket list. “Language enthusiast, hmm? How many do you speak?” He himself wasn’t the biggest fan of language, he’d rather spend his time memorizing the periodic table to the point he could reference it mostly asleep and examining genetic sequences. One could read his lack of clubs and activities, his refusal to apply for National Honor Society to be a lack of caring but it wasn’t his work he didn’t care for. It was the attention from the people around him such a thing would cause. “I have, here - put your number in.” He unlocks his phone before offering it to the girl, holding his other hand out for hers. “Helping a pretty girl is never too much of a hassle, there’s way worse things I could be doing. Dangling over a fire pit by my toes, perhaps?”
He doubted anyone would argue that was their idea of a good time, after all - it seemed fairly safe to joke about.
“You and I are going to get along perfectly.” He decides as he turns to gaze towards the history books. “In my case it’s because I’d rather use my memorization for other things. American History shouldn’t affect my education in the slightest when I go back home.” When was the last time someone quizzed a biochemist on Thomas Hamilton or George Washington. “I wonder if the school has a system in affect where it goes haywire if you cut certain wires in the breaker room.” It wasn’t something he had ever looked into but he also wasn’t opposed to cutting them all to find out.
“People tend to get hurt when there’s a panic, if we go for a fire drill we might be better off leaving the lights alone so Ronan doesn’t get trampled.” He’d rather his roommate stay in one piece and not be tramped by a mob he couldn’t see. Cade actually liked the boy.
