Media most likely did not remember that piece of information because their little get-togethers rarely involved Radio drinking any kind of tea, sugar or no. His eyes followed her all the way to the couch and he resisted letting out a sigh when her forehead connected with his shoulder. Radio smiled at her fondly and reached his free arm to pick up a piece of baklava along with a napkin. Gingerly he took a bite and then set both sweet and cloth down on his knee. "Well, I was in Alabama to start with, and no I'm not married again - you remember how that turned out." Honestly, she hadn't looked 16 - then again she didn't look 21, either - and he hadn't known her father was a member of the NRA who didn't cotton to 'yuppie bastards makin' a faghag outta' his daughter. "I was doing maintenance, you know, fixed a few towers, gave out some transmitters.. the usual thing." He'd also made sure that a few small towns with populations under 300 wouldn't be getting wifi any time soon. Sure Internet was a nice gal, but she was more about the global connections - Radio was much more domestic, he held tighter strings on his Southern worshipers. His fingertips brushed absently against the ends of her hair.
"What about you?" Radio asked, because he knew she loved talking about herself. "What new and exciting things have I missed in the dramatic and exciting world of the American people, 'Dia?"