Jackson smiled at her response, chuckling at the thought of her gathering her friends and pretending to be a teacher. It seemed strange to him, for a kid to play pretend in a school setting in their spare time. For him, he and his brother always used to just play fight with each other, or steal each others toys, or go out and climb trees. All those typical boy things to do.<br/><br/>"I never really had any teachers I particularly liked. Well, until secondary school-- that's... high school in your terms." He quickly added, realising she might not be familiar with the education system in the UK. "Miss. Locke was her name. She was one of those teachers were cool and 'down with the kids.'" He explained, smiling at the term.<br/><br/>He was pleased that he'd managed to pick her favourite flavour, even if it was by accident. "What a lucky guess." He commented, wiping his mouth with the paper napkins they'd been given. As soon as she mentioned giving her a call, he pulled out his phone and unlocked it, bringing up the new contact screen and handing it to her. "Put your number in." He grinned, taking a sip of his coffee. "Though, I can't text or call yet. I need to go into the town and sort out a SIM card." He explained, not wanting her to wonder why he hadn't called or texted her.