Bring Me all Your Finest Nums!

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank bobbed her head, again glad to agree with Joey on the awesomeness of his sister. Of course, she now actually wanted to meet said sister, and she made a mental note to look her up at some point in the nearish future. New friends were always awesome: "Mental note: find Joey's sister," she said aloud, because that was pretty much how her brain worked.

Then she went to explaining; Joey asked questions, but Frank was already expanding. She nodded as he got it. "yep, super rich," she repeated, grinning. "But I don't, like, want to be special... well, not for that," Frank shrugged again. "And you're right!" she slapped the table, which of course sent their tray dancing along the top for a bit. "Girls are better than boys! Well, they're, like," Frank paused, squinting and pointing at Joey, "it depends. 'cuz boys are totes stronger and hairier and have penises. Just look at you!" she gestured at him, nodding. "You're all dude. Tons of muscles."

Frank folded her arms over her chest and nodded a few more times, totally convinced that she'd just been totally convincing.

[Joey Flamick]

"You make mental notes too? I thought I was the only person who did that!" Ninety percent of the time he forgot them unless he wrote them somewhere on himself in pen. Or he remembered the note weeks past the time when the note would really mean anything. That or he'd only remember part of the note and wouldn't really understand why he had to remember it. Which lead to some very odd thoughts and actions. One involved kittens, rocky road ice cream, and a farm tractor. It didn't end well.

He honestly didn't think money made people special. It was what they did with the money that got them noticed. Joey grabbed a muffin before it hopped off the table, though it was at least four inches away. It just looked like a jumper to him. "There are some hairy women out there! And I've met some guys on the swim team that have less hair than a rock. And rocks don't really have any hair barely at all. I should know." Nodding sagely he bit into the muffin then popped a small truffle looking thing in with the yummy goodness.

"All dude. All the muscles." Joey couldn't help but flex a little making said muscles bulge. "But girls can have muscles too. Just different. Sometimes. I've seen vids of girl weight lifters and they kinda scare me in a good way." Eyes wide he shivered a little just thinking about them.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank nodded again. "Oh totally: I make mental notes all the time. I'm all like 'remember the thing, brain.' Though they don't always take," and sometimes Frank ended up remembering weird things that sort of combined together into the usual burst of words that seemed to just shoot out of Frank at random times. Like talk about ice cream or kittens or South American rabbits.

For now, those thoughts led to more eating. "I know!" Frank said, somehow managing not to spray. "There are sometimes hairy girls and dudes that are all sleek like fish or something and it's all weird,' Frank said, "and kinda almost unnatural? Though I dunno if we can ever do anything natural or anything." Frank pondered this, her brow furrowing. There was a little flex though which distracted her, head swiveling.

"Ooo, muscles," she said. She thought there might have been something else in there, but she was a bit too busy just actively staring at the muscles. They did happen to be attached to a hot guy, after all.

[Joey Flamick]

"People are all so different and add a dash of-" He glanced around then leaned forward conspiratorially, "A dash of 'super' and that makes the gender stuff all so messy." Joey had even thrown in the finger quotes to go with the word super. All sorts of teenagers were confused about stuff and them being a little extra was enough to push some kids over the edge on the confusion side of things.

Before his brain could get too serious or drift off toward things he most definitely didn't understand muscles were brought up. Muscles he understood completely. Those were easy. He went to the gym or to football practice and the muscles go bigger, stronger. It was merely a perk that those same muscles got him attention from cute girls, and let him do fun things like hola hooping.

Once he finally stopped talking for a bit he noticed her oogling and he beamed. "You like muscles?" He curled his arm in the cliche style squeezing a pastry in his hand sending blue berry jam down the corded muscles on his forearm. "Bucking hay, and caring for my horses mostly. But the fine tone you see before you was made purely from scooping ice cream. I love me some rocky road."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"People are made of sugar? I thought that was girls..." said Frank, not quite realizing what precisely Joey had said. "Oh, you mean---" she said too loudly before nodding again and locking her lips shut with an imaginary and totally necessary key. Said key then got tossed over her shoulder and Frank instead focused in on, well, the muscles. Because they were attached to a fairly cute boy who was pretty darn cool and they were currently being flexed which therefore meant staring was very much something that needed to be done.

"Wha?" was the intelligent response to Joey's question, along with a slight tilt of the head in his direction. There was another squeezing and some jam "I so wanna lick that," Frank said, staring at the jam.

"Wait, bucking hay and caring for horses?" Frank asked, looking at him. "Are you a farm person? Like Big Mac! Or, uh, Superman!" Frank gestured her hands wide. This might have come up before, but Frank felt like lingering on it now, so she did. "Wow, that's kinda coo---hey," she leaned forward, "do you know anything about llamas?" she raised her eyebrow conspiratorially.

[Joey Flamick]

There was a slow blink as he tried to process what she said, but she figured out what he was saying before he could figure out what she was saying. A week later he'd finally get it but at the moment he had no clue what she meant about sugar and girls. It turned into all sorts of things in his head but most he'd rather not say outloud. He was a teenage boy after all.

It amused him that she got gooey eyed over his muscles. Joey wasn't really all that vain but he just loved how girls tended to react to his muscles. It felt like for a little while their brains were on the same playing field.

The licking comment made his smile spread even more and he chuckled lightly very tempted to offer his arm. But seeing as how she'd devoured so many treats so easily he was somewhat worried about loosing his arm. It was still very tempting but then the topic veered off licking and he was saved from having to make a decision.

Joey nods slowly thinking hard to make sure that was indeed what he'd said. He'd already forgotten the exact phrasing. "Big Mac?" What did cheeseburgers have to do with horses? "Clark Kent! Yes!" Pointing enthusiastically with the hand covered in jam the jam proceeded to fly across the table toward her. Again with the leaning! As he leaned forward he was so excited he loved conspiratory talks. "Llamas make great blankets. And spit. A lot."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

There was smiles which nearly made Frank melt and/or coo. She did look at him for a few moments, wondering if she should try and make a move on him or something. He didn't seem to quite get that though, and Frank wasn't quite that predatory (most of the time)

There was also talk of llamas, which as everyone knows is the most distracting kind of talk that one can really have.

"Yes, Clark Kent!" (threw you off with the llama comment, huh?) "That's totally Superman! Oops!" Frank leaned forward conspiratorially, "we probably shouldn't have said that, huh?" She let out a little laugh before nodding. "But yeah, I totes got a llama up at school. His name is Drama. At least, I think he's at the school?" Frank's brow furrowed and she tilted her head to the side. "He might be on the way. Point is: llama, and he's totes gonna need someone awesome to take care of him."

There was a pause as Frank ate something, clearly figuring that whatever it was she needed to say had been said. then she looked and seemed to realize that she needed more: "Oh, you could totes do it. If you want. I gots monies to pay you too," she looked down at the food, then up at him, "well, duh, I guess that's kinda obvious, huh?"

[Joey Flamick]

For a moment Joey merely sat there staring at her in dumbfoundment and confusion. Did she just say that Clark Kent was Superman? That can't be true! Oh, wait, no he knew that. Riiiiight. His laugh was uneasy compaired to her more conspiratorial one and he nodded shoving food into his mouth. Better to have food in ones mouth unable to voice his stupidty than voice it.

Back to llamas.

Joey opened his mouth-after swallowing of course-to squeeze in a comment about a llama named Drama, but didn't want to interrupt her. Confused, so very confused about what she was talking about. His brain clicked. "Oh! Sugar and spice and everything nice! That's what girls are made of!" Smiling proudly that it hadn't taken him a week to make the connection he almost pat himself on the back.

"Wait, money? Pay me?" And what was obvious? He was back to being confused. They'd been talking about sugar hadn't they? Well, sugar didn't cost that much he could pay for his own sugar. What were they going to use the sugar for? No that didn't make any sense he sat there eyes focused on a pink sprinkle as he replayed the conversation. Somewhere involved him doing something for money. "LLAMA!" Ha, that took even shorter than the last one. He was totally getting smarter.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"That's what girls are made of!" Frank said at the same time as Joey. she wasn't entirely sure what was bringing that up at this current point of time, but she definitely knew that little bit. Weren't they talking about llamas and her sort of offering him a job and all? Didn't seem like Joey really got that part though, which was weird, 'cuz it was usually Frank not really getting things. Kinda odd to be on the other side of that one.

"Yep, with real money," Frank reiterated, nodding a few times. There were pink sparkles and Frank was... wait, what were the sparkles there for? Frank looked down and saw the sprinkles, nodded, ate one while considering, only to almost jump as Joey blared out the word. Her hands flailed, sending a cupcake flying a few tables down.

"What? Where?" she turned to look around, her hair essentially whipping the air before she looked back. "I don't see any---wait," she pointed, "I don't want to pay you to be a llama or anything. I have a real llama for that. What I need is someone to take care of the llamas I do have," Frank paused and tilted her head, also replaying the conversation. "Yeah, that's totally what I want..."

[Joey Flamick]

The fact that she joined him sent a thrill of happy right through him making him smile. This girl was totally best friend material right here. They were so alike it was scary. So many people just did not get him random burst and she just went with them like it was normal. Usually he didn't mind being the odd one out in conversations, but he didn't know what it felt like to not be that person.

"Real money is good though Monopoly money is way cooler. It has that guy with the hat and mustache! And comes in different colors." He still at that point didn't understand what the real money was going to be used for. But when the clarity came to him it was indeed like an explosion. Sadly a cupcake had to sacrifice itself for his realization. "Sorry about that. Sometimes when something clicks I get excited."

As she looked around he couldn't help himself and look too just in case there was a llama. Maybe it had clicked because he'd seen a llama and just didn't remember it. Again she explained what she wanted to hire him for and he tilted his head considering the offer. "Honestly getting paid to be a llama sound more fun. But sure! I could totally take care of a llama. How different from horses could they be?" Joey shoved something chocolatey in his mouth chewing slowly.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Dude, monopoly money is so much better," Frank agreed, her eyes going wide. "It's all a bunch of colors and junk! Oh, Canada money is like that too, only you can actually use that to buy stuff. Just only stuff in Canada, so unless you're gonna go there..."

And no, Frank didn't mind the whole "when something clicks it stays" thing that Joey had going on there. It was sort of how her brain worked as well. Her brain just had a tendency to flip channels like a bored couch potato with an overeager remote finger. She was already starting to drift onto ways of making Canada dollars the new currency when Joey brought the conversation back to llamas.

"That is tempting," Frank admitted, tilting her head to the side and considering, "but I actually have a real llama, so I don't really want to hire someone to be one," Frank nodded slowly. "Yeah, I think it's best if you totally take care of the llama," Frank nodded again before absently picking up another treat. Together they'd already worked their way through a fair amount of the gathered goodies, but that didn't mean that there weren't still a few survivors.

"You should totally come up to the school stables sometime and I'll introduce you to Drama and junk," Frank said, nodding and chewing reflexively. "yeah, that'll be awesome," she looked contemplatively at Joey, her eyes running over his chest. "You probably won't need a shirt though," she said in total sincerity, nodding slowly. "Unless you, like, need to protect your abs from something..." which was a possibility, she supposed. It sucked, but she didn't want them getting damaged or anything either. they were far too precious for that.

[Joey Flamick]

"Canada money is like Monopoly money? Why does Canada always get to be the cool country?" He shook his head appearing geniunely saddened by the fact that Canada had cooler money than America. "We're kinda close to Canada aren't we?" They were in Northern American okay Northern United States it wasn't like they were in Texas or something. To him it sounded like a great opportunity for a- "Road trip!" A part of him expected the more spontaneous girl to go for it, but history showed him that most people didn't go with his crazy ideas. So he didn't really have high hopes.

"But can your llama do this?" He held up both arms and flexed smiling at her. Standing up he made sure he wasn't going to hit anybody then did a handstand. After that he stood hands on hips he beamed at her. "I've never seen a llama do a handstand." Yes, he was showing off, but he also kind of wanted to dress up like a llama. It was something he'd never gotten to do before. "I could for sure do both. Maybe not at the same time though it might scare Drama."

Joey returned to his seat sipping his drink for a bit before almost exploding again. "The stables? Hey, I basically live there! I'm on the horsey club! And my parents own the stables at the National Park." The shirt comment threw him off a bit causing him to look down at his chest. His hands smoothed down the front of his torso. "Uh, well, I can do most of it shirtless I supposed? Does he bite?" Did llamas have teeth? Or did they gum things? If he got bit it wouldn't be the end of the world it would heal.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"I know, right? First maple syrup, now this!" Frank said, throwing her arms into the air. "Like, seriously Canada: stop being so awesome!" Frank was tempted to go on about Mounties and moose and all the other reasons that Canada happened to be so very awesome and junk, but there was something that was distracting her instead (and no, it wasn't the prospect of a road trip, which should have been distracting enough in and of itself):

Handstands.

"Heeeey, look at that!" Frank said, clapping and pointing. "You're like that one cartoon character who does all the cool stuff like talk to squirrels and junk! Kronk!" Frank clapped and nodded again. "He's one of my favorites! Hey,' Frank's eyes widened, "he was in that movie with the llama too! That's kinda of weird..."

Frank paused to consider it even as Joey mentioned dressing up as a llama, which still would have been kind of cool (and did sound like something Kronk would do too, come to think of it). Joey ended up sitting back down and nursing his drink. Frank focused on him, nodding as he talked about stables, adding a "me too!" when he mentioned the horsey club (which was so a better name for it than what it was actually called).

"Welll, the shirtless thing may be optional," Frank admitted, bobbing her head. "And I don't think he's much of a biter. He spits a bit, but he's not, like, the bitingist of llamas," Frank bobbed her head and then reached for a treat, before looking down. "Aww, we're down to just the one!" Frank looked up at Joey, grinning, "wanna split it?"

[Joey Flamick]

Maple syrup. "I could put that stuff on everything! Everything!" He was two seconds away from listing everything he would put it on like Bubba Gump and his shrimp. But as per usual things got yanked off into a completely different direction. Sometimes by Frank's randomness and sometimes by his. But it sure did lead to an interesting conversation, and he was totally digging it. To the deepest pit of digging.

"Kronk? Hey, my buddies call me that sometimes!" He wasn't sure if it was the biggest complement, but he didn't care much. The guy was buff and could talk to squirrels. That right there made him someone to look up to and want to be like. Not that he had any chance of learning how to talk to squirrels. Thought maybe there was a squirrel communicator person at school who could teach him a few phrases.

"You too? I don't remember seeing you. But then again I don't have the greatest memory. And I'm usually too focused on the horsies." The horses were one of the few things he could really focus on and not get all wacky brained. Sometimes his friends would call him Dory from Finding Nemo because of his brain short circuits.

Joey shrugged at the spitting not finding it that big of a deal. "I've been peed on by a Clydesdale so llama spit can't be much worse. Plus it prolly easier to clean off and doesn't smell nearly as bad." Not that he'd ever smell llama spit. One never knew it might smell horrendous.

Eyes snapping to the sweet treat he couldn't help but grin in return. "For sure!" Though his stomach was starting to protect loudly of all the sugary crap he'd just shoved into it. He was game to shove one more bite down.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

The conversation continued to be one of those frenetic things that was nearly impossible to trace for anyone save the people involved (and it was debatable if even Frank and Joey really fully understood what they were saying; they most likely just shot words out from the top of their head like a pair at a particularly frantic table hockey game). Frank shot out about how maple syrup was "totes the best" and how her friends just call her hyper or in the case of Ellen, "a pain in the neck." The club thing was a bit odder, as Frank was kind of hard to miss and she showed up to nearly every meeting, but there wasn't much to worry about there.

Frank did giggle as Joey talked about being peed on by a horse. "Oh, it's so much easier to handle spit," Frank said. She nodded as if drawing on a vast amount of experience. "The spit's just a bit gooey and stuff, not much worse than, like, sneezing or whatevs," Frank reached down and began splitting the treat in half. "So I wouldn't worry about it."

Frank finished the splitting and held out Joey's treat. She waited for him to take it before raising her own in salute. "Here's to the start of a beautiful friendship slash partnership!"