“At least until tomorrow when I come up with a better one and you tell me we’re keeping that instead, right?” It was inevitable. Nick’s ‘making up nicknames’ capability was on par with some of the best comedians in the world, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. Her ‘Nick of All Trades’ comment made him laugh. “A Nick of all Trades. I might do that after I truly do become a Nick of all Sports. But we need to work on a couple sports first. The less manly ones that will give my dad a heart attack… like figure skating and synchronized swimming. And luge. Which is the only sport you can truly compete in no matter your weight,” he pointed out.
He pointed at her with his index finger, with his hand still on the wheel. “I like the way you think, Twinkletoes,” he nodded sagely. “Can you see me with a rat that can jump through hoops?” He trailed off and chuckled a little bit. “Hey, remember that phase in eighth grade when I desperately wanted a flying squirrel? Even had my mom check the internet and see if they were sold as pets?”
He turned the corner that led to the pet store and stopped in front of it, never more thankful than he was right then for the island being so small. This mission was of the utmost importance, and frankly, that he didn’t want to wait too long and have it replaced by another whimsical mission. “So, you’re gonna come back to my place after, right? Help me set up my rodent cage and all that?” Gave him more time to breach into the uncomfortable topic of Lexie’s current foray into the unfortunately dramatic realm of romance.