Esther sat a little dumbfounded, as he began to ramble himself in circles.  Some of it didn't really add up.  Even without trying to decipher what he had or hadn't rehearsed, it was peculiar that he knew she ran circuits around the country.  He'd been here, what, one day?  Most people that gossiped about Esther usually stuck with the fact that she was standoffish wallflower that sold pot, and considering that the old her hadn't really enjoyed mentioning how often Mom took her gallivanting around the mid-west in a floral painted weed-wagon..  how the hell did Marshall know that?<br/><br/>Esther decided to flip off her blinders as he spoke, trying to get a sense for his weaknesses.  Something was making him direly nervous.. however...<br/><br/>ROLL 1d6 for [Love of the Arts]  = (4)<br/><br/>...it was clear that he was acting, on some level.  The question was, had he rehearsed the information, or had he rehearsed the nervousness.  Esther could safely say that despite this being the best, most reborn feeling day of her entire life, she had already dealt with more than enough shit for one day.  And Marshall.. he may have been intriguing.  But out of all the thorns she was just seeing for the first time, he was the last one she wanted to get stuck on.<br/><br/>She stood after he had started to get to his feet, and drew her fingers along his arm.  "Hey." she said, meeting his gaze and giving him a hard smirk, and staring at him for a moment before saying what she was about to say.  "You're<em>way</em>too high strung right now.  You know that, right?"  Her smile brightened, although her eyes were still hard, in a lazily mischievous way.  "I mean, thinking I, of all people, am going to shun you for liking a Japanese Dexter's Lab.  I personally like how they did the Powerpuff Girls, but that's, y'know, if you're a hippy.  ..Come with me."  She cocked her head in a way that highschool boys typically found difficult to ignore when given by highschool girls.  But she let her gaze linger on him, in case he tried to dash off anyhow, and then slowly began to move for the door to the outside.  If he followed quickly, or hesitated, or turned away... it was all telling.<br/><br/>If he followed her, as she very much hoped he would, she would chat as they moved.  "If you know enough about me to know I've been to SoHum, you probably know my nickname here.  My treat, if you want.  Or if you have moral issues about that, I might have others ways to calm you down.."  She was moving for part of the yard outside, towards the track.  Not many people out her just now, but that would change soon.  She watched him close as they moved, smiling.  "Or maybe I shouldn't tease your imagination like that."  They were almost at the track when she stopped, peering around.  Mild enough that they could slip under the bleechers without too great a fuss.  "What's got you<em>acting</em>so nervous, Marshie?"