Lars isn't good at talking.
Or maybe he is, and I'm just not a good conversation partner. Either way, we haven't talked past cordial formalities since we became stranded and starved in the middle of the mall's food court. Basically, the extent of our budding friendship has gone as follows:
Me: Hi.
Lars: Yo.
Me: You good?
Lars: Yeah, man.
Me: Nice.
Lars: Yeah.
Look, when I agreed to go to the mall with Peridot, being stuck with her weird friend was not what I intended to do. Apparently, Sadie had some private things to attend to and simply had to drag Peridot with her to god-knows-what-store to do god-knows-what-things.
There's a silver lining to it, though. I get to jam in some more forced, moderately invasive questions to Lars in their absence.
Me: What's your favorite subject i
