Suddenly, the fact that this kid had been a pirate seemed a thousand times more out of place. Watching him gurgle and jump like a schoolgirl getting prodded was actually entertaining, and despite herself Joanie snorted with laughter.
Though she had never been fantastic with people - one can never imagine why - Joanie had been to enough family reunions and sessions of temple to be able to somewhat tell when somebody was nervous or hiding something. She had observed so many conversations between family members wherein everybody was fidgeting and plastered with false smiles, each hiding something from the other.
Raising a brow, she watched him squirm a bit, his voice resembling that of a high schooler going through puberty. Now she knew that gamers were childish, but this was something else. As he began to chatter slightly about losing weight and then asked about her homework - thank God she was done with that stage of her life - Joanie rested both hands on her hips, fixing him with a suspicious gaze. "So did you finally kill one of the "n00bs" in your game for "realz," or are you just breaking your five o'clock curfew?" She glanced around the floor, vaguely recalling that this was the floor they had gone to on The Night Everything Went Crazy. She shuddered slightly, pushing the thoughts away. "Because you're acting weirder than before, and that's saying something."