"...what's going on," is the first thing out of his mouth, when he sees the looks on his parents' faces. Maybe he should already know, but — he doesn't.
"I mean I'd have to get a full ride either way and I'm not sure how many colleges give a full ride to someone who has spent the last two years running away from their parents instead of going to school."
"I bet there are trade schools that would get you that. Or an apprenticeship where you'd be working at the same time."
"...I like learning things? I really want to spend four years where I don't have to do anything except study. Sorry."
"No, it's fine, I'm not against college, it just — sounded like something I'd hear from someone who didn't really get that they had other options. Sorry."
"...I don't know. I haven't really thought about other things. But math is the only thing I'm really good at."
Asher's hair is very soft.
"What would you do if you could be good at anything? —this isn't about the college thing, I'm just curious."
"I want to understand people. People are so interesting and complicated and every one of them is unique and-- if I could do anything I'd spend my life trying to learn how people work."
"...I bet I can get my fake sister to send me a flash drive of psychology books. If you would want to read them."
"I'll write her when we get back to camp," she says, and leans over to kiss Lev on the cheek.
"I can't guarantee she'll be able to find free ebooks of them but I can ask her to try."
This is terrible incentives. Now he's going to be obnoxious all the time.
Lev returns with a list of books, mostly about religion, some about gay history or safer sex.
"...these might wind up getting censored but I'll ask her to hide the flash drive."
"Flash drives are tiny and there are a bajillion different ways to hide them, I'll ask her for a backup flashlight or something and then write in lemon juice on the back."