[ he gives Davesprite a rather distinct look but shrugs. ]

Yeah, I can try, whatever. What do you want? [ he looks around the room, and after a few moments, the take-out box rattles on the ground, like it's suddenly weighted down. there might even be the smell of mexican food. ] You gonna try that first? I don't trust this place.

[ he reaches for the box -- it's warm, at least -- and offers it out to Davesprite. ] A victim of the educational system? You're pretty dramatic, huh? [ he smirks, but there's something tired about it. ] Lacrosse isn't just any sports game, okay.