"I dropped it last year. I don't think I know anyone who didn't."

"How old are you? You know, if it's not too rude to ask," he says, smirking a little.

"I'm sixteen. You?"

"Fifteen."

"Awww you're a baby!"

"My birthday's in like two weeks' time."

"Baby!"

"There's max of a year's age gap between us. I'm hardly a baby."

"No but you make cute faces when I nettle you."

"Exactly!"

"Whatever. Anything else you want to know about the mysterious Theo?"

"I don't think so! I'm sure other stuff will come up while we're battling cards and saving the world."

"I'm sure."

"Wow, such enthusiasm, you would think I was some dirt under your shoe."

"Hey, I'm not being rude back, I'm just not talking much," says Theo defensively.

"Fine, then, not dirt, just a slightly contemptible blade of grass."

He looks a bit guilty at that. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make you feel like a slightly contemptible blade of grass. I just don't really know what to talk about."

"Relax, I'm just messing with you."

"I'm wondering when I'll be able to say I won the challenge."

"I don't think we settled on an end condition."

"We didn't, except for 'when I get under your skin,' which I could say I've done several times during this conversation by the faces you've been making!"

"Did we even agree on what you'd get?"

"I think we said I could claim any prize I wanted!"

They didn't.