"Hah! Thespians wouldn't know what to do with all this talent! I'd end up stealing the lead!" You know, like in High School Musical, where hard work and dedication ended up getting you squat. God, she was such a dork for having watched that series. She settled back down against her pillar and watched him squirm as he talked about his finals, which was nice. It was good to hear that he was going to be getting through alright. He was probably the type to do pretty well in college too, if he went. "Yeah, but you dind't just bring her the cheap apples. You brought her the good ones! I saw a couple of other kids try to sneak the same routine and she always ended up eating yours!" Hey, good intentions or not, people had their tastes. You couldn't knock that.<br/><br/>"Hmm?" She tried to encourage him as he seemed to lose track of his thoughts. It was a long pause; he really waited it out as some other students passed by. Honestly, the waiting wasn't killing her as much as it seemed to be destroying him. the seconds ticked by, and eventually he seemed to build up to nerve to-- spitfire something at her. She recoiled a moment trying to track back enough to translate that into English. It took a few minutes, but eventually she caught it. Her cheeks heated up, but her face went downcast in the same moment.<br/><br/>That... wasn't how he wanted her to act, she was sure, but thing like this... well, it was better if she was harsh, right? It's not like she'd probably ever seem him again anyways. "I have Proms," Trisha shrugged and shook her head, "they're just stupid vanity things anyways. Who actually wants to go to something like that?"