Ricky looked at her. Her home? He had never been in a girl's home before. She only lived two blocks from the power plant? "The power plant was used every so often as a meth lab. Least that is what my big friend told me." He was lying a bit about how he knew this information but he figured it would be strange if a kid knew such information. "No. There is no one you need to worry about. My parents are dead." This was the god honest truth. It still saddened him and it showed. He listened to her speak. Bath? He made a face. Wrinkling his nose cutely but grinned a bit. "With bubbles?" He asked. He had always loved bubble baths. He figured if he was a kid he might as well take advantage of the situation. "Hot bath. Cold baths are icky." He said. Making a face. He really hated cold baths. "I love peanut butter and jelly." He said with a grin. As a teenager when he took lunch it was always peanut butter and jelly. He was feeling quite child like despite internally being a teenager. Yet he really wanted a cigarette. He had a feeling that wouldn't go over well... He looked at her. "Will you help me with the bath?" He asked. He wondered if the pretty girl would help him bathe or if he needed to find someone else to do that. Or just do it on his own.