Maturity? What's That?

[Cera Lamprey]

"Oh my god!" Cera shoved the boy playfully as he tried to guess her name. Who even said things like that in real life? It was funny, though.

"My name is Cera."

As they approached the parking lot she dug her keys out of her pockets. "It's nice to meet you, Sammy the Bird Master."

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam laughed at her reaction, clearly thrilled. He was distracted enough by his own amusement that her little shove managed to make him stagger back a few steps. It didn't bother him, though, not a bit.

"Cera?" He considered that for a moment before beaming. "That's prettier than Angel." And now he could stop mentally calling her Miss Pink Hair. Which he wanted to touch. So. BADLY.

At the title he grinned and performed an exaggerated bow like he'd seen in those terrible chick flick movies he'd watched with Spencer sometimes. "At your service, Lady Cera."

[Cera Lamprey]

Cera snickered at the title as she unlocked her car. 

"It's unlocked," She told him, by which she meant get your butt in so we can go to the store and buy toys. She slid into the driver's seat, waiting for him to close the door after him before turning the key in the ignition. 

"So do you always play Angry Birds on campus or is today special?" she asked as she backed out of her parking space. 

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam happily bounded into the car and closed the door behind him. No, he had no issue with jumping into the car of a near-stranger. Cera didn't look like a kidnapper or a mass murderer or anything. People like that didn't play Angry Birds or have pink hair, so he felt reasonably safe.

"Mmm sometimes. When classes are lame. 's fun." He then turned and adopted a downright offended look. "One of my teachers totally took away my favorite bird today, too!" Not that he hadn't deserved it. Throwing it at the whiteboard probably hadn't been the best way to voice his protests over the lesson. "You always talk to weirdos playing Angry Birds on the campus?" No, he had no issue calling himself a weirdo. It was probably one of the nicer things he'd been called in his life, truthfully.

[Cera Lamprey]

Getting out of the parking lot was a somewhat laborious affair; waiting for students and faculty moseying along as if there weren't vehicles trying to navigate, other drivers trying to pull into the spots nearest the campus and circling around until one opened up...but eventually they made it off campus and soon they were rumbling down a poorly paved one way street.  

"Yup! All the time. Then I take them home and make Angry Bird Weirdo Stew," Cera answered chirpily, then she yelped and slammed on the brakes as a moose ambled across the road. 

"But it looks like your friend moose is gonna delay my stew."

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam was oddly patient as he watched Cera slowly cruise the car out of the parking lot. It was a challenge at the best of times - Sam knew from experience. Some days it was just easier to bus it down, or bum a ride from his older brother.

Her chirpy reply made him eye her, but rather than pretend to be offended, he instead crossed his arms and shrugged. "You couuuuld make Weirdo Stew. But this weirdo probably tasted better barbecued."

As the moose crossed the road, Sam lifted a fist and shook it lightly at the big animal. "C'mon moose! I'm tryin' to get barbecued here!"

[Cera Lamprey]

Cera couldn't help but laugh at Sam's response to her threats. "Oh, barbecue. Then what kind of sauce should I use? Memphis or Carolina?"

She tapped her fingers against her steering wheel as the moose ambled across the road. Once it had left she sighed and began moving forward again. 

"What side dishes go best with weirdo barbecue?" 

[Samuel Rixon]

Sam grinned widely, his expression more suiting to that of an overexcited ten year old than a twenty two year old. "Hells yes barbecue!" He wouldn't dare show her his powers in a confined space (he had too many little burns in his car to know why it was a bad idea), but once they were outside? Fair game. "Leeeet's say Carolina. It's a funner word." He had no idea what it would taste like, but it was probably good.

The pyro was considering digging out a plush pig and tossing it at the moose if it didn't move any faster, but by the time the thought had actually been processed, it was already gone and the car was moving again. Back to better conversation topics. "French fries and cake," he answered as if he was a master chef when it came to weirdos and side dishes. "Chocolate cake."

[Cera Lamprey]

"French fries and chocolate cake?" Cera mused, not bothering with her signal as she made a left turn down another road. There wasn't anyone coming, so it didn't matter, right?

"What about french fries and chocolate shakes?" She suggested. Then they could just swing by Wendy's or McDonald's or something and it wouldn't cost too much.

After the dollar store, of course.

[Samuel Rixon]

"Yep. It's the best with barbecued weirdo. An' you gotta marinade the weirdo with like... Jack Daniels. Makes him all soft and stuff." Actually, a swig or Jack actually sounded really good right now.

Chocolate shakes? But shakes were cold.... Sammy didn't do cold that well. But if she wanted shakes, he'd suck it up. Or let it melt a little. "Chocolate shakes are totally cool too."

[Cera Lamprey]

"Jack Daniels?" Cera raised an eyebrow at that. "You'll have to provide your own marinade then, because I'm not quite old enough to buy liquor yet."

She pulled to the right so that she could exit onto the highway, checking her rear mirror as she prepared to merge.

[Samuel Rixon]

"Babe, I can totally do that," Sam replied brightly. He always had a solid stock at his apartment, so long as his older brother didn't swipe it on him. The realization that Cera wasn't twenty one surprised him. She was hot, and he wouldn't have pegged her for younger. Oh well. It didn't bother him. Besides, it was only last year he was even able to purchase it himself without stooping to begging someone else to get it for him.

He peeked out the window to watch the traffic, resisting the urge to make race car noises as they went. "So what're you studyin' at school?" He supposed that if they were on a date, he should make at least a little effort on getting to know Cera.

[Cera Lamprey]

"Elementary education," Cera replied brightly. She turned on the radio, then dialed down teh volume so that they could chat while Desmond Dekker played in the background. "And you? No, no, let me guess. You're majoring in Weirdo and minoring in Angry Birds."

[Samuel Rixon]

"Oh! So like... a teacher?" That would be cool! You'd be a bitching teacher." Which he had decided in the short time he'd known her, yes. "I mean, not all teachers are awesome, but you would be!" Not like his lame, Angry Bird-stealing teacher from today, nope.

Her guess made him crack a playful, winsome grin. "I wish! Nah, just doing that general studies stuff." Cue an almost sheepish, yet still amused expression. "I don't really know what I'm gonna do." His mother had been harping on him for ages to figure it out, but he still didn't know what he'd even be good at, beyond goofing off.

[Cera Lamprey]

Cera raised an eyebrow at his admission. "Aw, yeah, lots of people take awhile to figure it out," She said sympathetically. Granted, doing general education while you figured it out was an expense many people couldn't afford.

"What do you like to do? Other than marinate in Jack Daniels."