By the time he gets done calculating, she's in the midst of spooning food on her plate. "If eleven-and-a-quarter years isn't enough for you, how many more are you gonna need?!" She demands, gesturing at him with the spoon in her hand.

She looks up at him, unimpressed. "I'm not living here full-time in college," she says, with finality. "And on the off chance I date anyone, I'm definitely not telling you! You'd just be mean to them. Find something new to do!"