"Are you kidding? She's way out of my league! And... I'm not sure I have time to be chasing after people right now, at least until I figure out how exactly I want to juggle my classwork and my, uh, extracurriculars." (Obviously when she Falls for someone she'll feel differently, but there's nobody that's made it past the oooh, pretty... stage in her head, yet.)

"Oh, I meant lesbians in general, this one apparently your friend may have dibs on, but valid to put it off till later."

Nodnod. "There's always tomorrow!" Smile. ...yawn. "Sorry, I might be kinda boring right now. If you want to turn the TV back on, I won't mind."

"I'm not over the novelty yet," he says.

Inquisitive noise?

"- of having a conversation even a not very lively one with somebody who knows who I am?"

"Ohhhhh. ...Man." She gives him a tired squeeze. "That's - I want to remember that -" (eyeflash) " - okay, got it." She sighs, not unhappily. "...it's bit surreal for me, being good at that, for once. But I'm glad."

"My standards are very low," he says.

She nods. "You are a skeleton with a cape and I can make spaghetti," she says agreeably.

- sporfle. "I'm what? Is that from something?"

"Undertale! There's a skeleton who wears a cape who tells you he has very high standards, and if you tell him that you can make spaghetti he makes a silly shocked face and goes you're meeting all my standards!!!"

"His standards for... what?"

"Oh, uh. ...romance, I think?" (eyeflash) "Yeah, it's the dialogue tree where you are flirting with him in combat."  heeee she loves her ring so much it's awesome how she can just look things up who needs to remember things... 

waitwaitwait. shit. (She blushes.) "Err. Not to imply that you were flirting with me? Or that we are in combat? It's just what came to mind with low standards."

"En garde," he deadpans.

"Puny mortal! You are no match for my mighty cosmic powers." (Xeya's shonen anime villain impression is not especially good, but it is funny.)

"I really am not. I don't think I have any neat secondary powers or anything," he says. "I surrender."

"The expected outcome," she says grandiosely. "For your prudence, I will lighten your sentence."

"What is my new sentence?"

"For your impudence in challenging me, you must... keep me company while I put my fake corn dogs in the oven!" She pauses. "And, uh. Help me get up off the couch. Not because I can't get up. But because I don't want to."

Skip gets up, bows, and offers her a hand off the couch.

She takes it and pops up! 

Corn dognts go in the toaster oven set to 400 for 20 minutes! She grabs two for herself. "Want one?" 

"Sure, why not, I don't think I've tried the fake kind."

Three dognts can go into the oven! 

"What do you usually eat?" 

"I do most of the grocery shopping for this house," he says. "I eat the kind of stuff we have around. I think I'm the primary consumer of chicken nuggets and frozen peas and those Costco eggrolls? But I'm not that picky within the space of, you know, college student food."

"Oh!!" She makes a note of that. "Gosh, thanks for getting the groceries, I was wondering who had the Costco card but nobody I remembered to ask knew." And. hmmm.

"Would you want company for that, sometime? Maybe we'd have to plan on getting split up but I could handle half a shopping list without needing to remember how I'd gotten there, and then we could resync at the checkout area or something..."