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Garrett considers the root beer float with one raised eyebrow and curiously swipes a finger through the foam to taste it. Delicious! He almost forgets to put on his concerned face when he turns back to face his buddy.

"Yeah, sounds like she didn't take good enough care of it, to go and lose it like that," he agrees in a less-than-aggressive way, picking up the float with two dark hands and taking a generous gulp. He shivers a little and sets it back on the table. "She gonna pay you back for it, at least?"

"Ah, okay," Garrett nods sympathetically. He had to get Elly out of plenty of close calls without worrying his mom about her general safety, or the poor girl would become a bubble child. He takes another sip, smaller this time to avoid the shivering. His right wing flicks at the air behind him, just to announce be annoying.

He idly kicks his legs a little, enjoying being up high on the stool. "Do you think it's gone for good, or could someone be using it..?" he wonders aloud, trying his best to offer any sort of comforts or solutions to his friend's dilemma. Nah getting in trouble means no one for him to talk to, and while that he didn't mind so much due to his solitary nature, it's always nicer to be in company of someone you trust and admire.

"Like, if you saw someone riding it, you could stop them and ask them to give it back..?" He ducks down for another sip just to fill his mouth so he doesn't continue to sound so dumb in his suggestions.

Garrett takes another sip of his float, getting a little of the remaining foam on his smudgy nose. He rubs it absently with the back of his hand. "But Batman has a cool motorcycle and the Batmobile." Garrett lowers his tone to something deliberately careful. "You can't get around town very well without your bike."

"Ah?" Garrett was mid-sip, and chokes a little to force the rest to swallow. "Oh, uhm, okay. But I have to make sure I don't lose mine, too, it's my mom's. And she needs it in one piece, too," he adds, just in case his friend gets a wild idea to go pimping out the bike with tools and weaponry to mimic that of the Batmobile.

Garrett shrugs. Sounds fair enough! "Just don't go wearing spandex or I might have to stop being your friend for a while," he adds cheekily.

Sipping the rest of the liquid of his float, he struggles to tip it back without getting everything all down him. He frowns as this seems to be an involved ordeal. While still squinting into his mug, he makes conversation with, "So what're you gonna do now that summer's almost over?"

The winged boy looks thoroughly impressed by his friend's choice of entertainment. Artifacts! Treasure! He reaches over and grabs a straw himself, mimicking what seems to be a much better idea to finish up the float.

"I'm, uhm." He digs the straw into the ice cream. "I'm taking archery lessons," he continues quietly, poking the straw down as it bobs in the melting slush. "But mostly my mom's teaching me school stuff. She doesn't trust public education, or something like that."

He smiles into his mug at his friend's enthusiasm. "Archery's wicked," he agrees, finding that though the tools themselves are hard to get used to, and the scratches up his arms when he doesn't do it right aren't all that fun, he's fairly good at aiming at targets. Especially moving ones. "I can't wait til I get my own bow!"

He takes a big sip in attempts to suck some of the still solid ice cream up the straw. No such luck. He crushes his straw down into the mound some more. "Is it really?" he asks distantly, watching the door intently as someone passes. "Math I wouldn't mind. It's English, and history, and -" he shudders, "- gym class."