"For some reason, I bet you would have been prom queen if you weren't so troublesome." He says and I laugh.
"Tell me about your hobbies. I only know your fears, I don't know what delights you." He says and then adds, "Apart from food."
"Hey! I'm not so crazy about food."
"You're not?"
"Yeah, I'm not."
"I see, no wonder the two plates of cake has been completely cleaned up."
"That's because I'm talking!" I retort. "I eat more when I talk." He just laughs. "And cake is not food! It's more of a snack."
"Noted." He nods. "When did you learn how to use a crossbow?" He asks.
