"Oh, no," she says, amused, "you didn't personally paint your entire house? Shock. Betrayal. I will never look at it the same way again."

He laughs for a moment, a little more tension releasing from as he does so. "I meant more I didn't choose the color," he says, "my parents did that. But no I didn't paint it either."

"Well, then, your parents picked a great colour. Honestly I expected it to have been like that when you moved in. It's still a nice shade of green."

"Fair! It is a good color. And they did some minor renovations and stuff when we moved in, and they painted the house then too."

"Neat! What kind of renovations?"

"I don't remember everything, they tore up all the carpets and left the hardwood floors, and the kitchen was tiny and the dining room huge, so they moved the wall over so they were much more reasonable sizes. We don't really use the dining room as a dining room anyways, except for when we have holidays and things."

"Sensible!"

"Yeah, pretty much. It mostly gets used as a flat surface, especially when I'm helping people with their schoolwork. So you'll probably see plenty of it today, if we can ever get there." Going down the hill walking a bike is mildly frustrating, it would have taken him seconds to ride down. But they're getting closer. 

Happy bounces.

He smiles despite himself. She really is excited. He isn't sure what she's going to think of the book he wants to show her... hm. "What do you actually like about calculus, actually?" he asks.

"It's not specifically calculus, it's just that calculus is math I haven't learned yet. The thing I like about math is that... all the pieces are already there? It's a game where all you need in order to play it is your thoughts and something to keep track of them with. I don't know, does that make sense? I've never tried to explain it before."

...well okay then. "Then I have book to show you, when we get home," he tells her. "It might start a little slow, but the initial stuff is useful to read and helps you get deeper in. We can work on it together." 

She claps her hands delightedly and bounces some more.

"Okay, let's get there first, and then I'll show you."

There's not too much further to go. Walking the bike has definitely made him slightly winded, though, and thirsty in the warm spring air. He's looking forward to having water soon. 

Rosy, meanwhile, is looking forward to math. She's walking very bouncily about it.

It's very adorable. She's extremely cute and very herself. He's excited to show her, and scared she might not actually like it, and a whole host of other feelings. (Arousal, amazement, concern, desire, worry...)

It doesn't take them too much longer to reach the driveway. He parks his bike at the end of it, near the garage, and leads her over to the front door, unlocking it to let them both in.

Follow follow bounce bounce.

(Help, she's very cute and his parents are going to know immediately that she look likes him and he has no idea what that's going to mean.)

The house is clean and well-kept, with hardwood floors and antique carpets and shelves with various knickknacks and books visible upon entry. John takes off his shoes and slides off his backpack, then makes a beeline to the kitchen, grabs a glass, fills it at the tap, and drinks nearly the whole thing down over the course of several seconds. Then, feeling slightly embarrassed at his behavior, asks, "Um. Do you want anything to drink?" 

"I would not say no to a glass of water," she says.

Still feeling foolish, he grabs another glass, fills it, and hands it to her, before refilling his own and taking another few gulps from it.

Is she gazing adoringly at him while sipping her water? She's totally gazing adoringly at him while sipping her water.

He's having a whole bunch of feelings about that, and not entirely sure what to do about them! (And is still concerned about what his parents will think.) 

"We should head into the dining room and sit at the table," he says. "I, um," taking her to his bedroom at the moment seems a grave error for reasons that are difficult to articulate (and even ignoring that, it's a mess right now) "you can put your stuff down there and I'll go run upstairs and grab the book and come back."

"Sounds good to me!"

The dining room has a large wooden table in leaf-sections, and up against the walls are china cabinets filled with various dishes and serving bowls. John pays no attention to the aesthetics, he's seen it all before, every day, and has other more pressing things on his mind. "Wait here," he tells her, once she's taken a seat, and pelts up the stairs to grab the book from his mess of a room. He knows where it is. Probably. 

She sits at the table and sips her water and looks around at all the things.