Was this guy a wizard? He had to be. He just pulled details out of you, the little bastard, and Joanie was getting suspicious. Resting her chin in her hand as he asked if she was an only child, she raised a brow. "Does it count if I ate my brother when I was three?" she replied lazily.
As he explained his reasoning, she scoffed. "Normal is overrated," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Besides. It's boring. Where I grew up, where you grew up, 'oh wow we both breathe oxygen, that's so cool!'" She spiked her voice to a high falsetto before letting it come down with a snort. "Most conversations are just people waiting for their turn to talk, anyway."
At that, she stood, glancing at his empty bottle. "Newcastle, right?" She left to the bar and picked them up each a new beer, returning to the table and sliding his to him. "There you go," she said.