"Never seen that show. I don't really get the whole Vampire obsession lately. Like, I like Anne Rice, but I couldn't get into Twilight at all. I tried, but it didn't work. Don't get me wrong, I like vampires in general, but I just think it sucks that they've become so commercial. I mean, vampires are supposed to be alone in their fate, and them becoming mainstream takes away from that."
Cordelia could see this inner geek starting to come out in her. She probably sounded as if she was going to invite him upstairs for a game of Dungeons and Dragons, despite how she had never played it before.
"I love your name. It's one of my favourite boys' names, actually. Great history. It's a mythological name of a son of Apollo's who he killed for being a better musician than him. Sad, really."
Trust Cordelia to see the mythological reference as opposed to the "Peanuts" character.
"My name is actually from Shakespeare's King Lear. She was King Lear's favourite daughter, until she could not lie to him for the sake of his vanity, so he ended-up disowning her. Don't know why I always loved that character when I've always gotten along well with my father but, that's not the point."
Why was she going on and on? She felt so comfortable around him, yet she still was a bit worried about making a fool out of herself.
"My mom's actually Jewish. And yeah, I don't want to be your sister because then that gets incesty."
Then she realized what she was alluding to, and turned about four shades of red.
"I...mean...well, you can kiss me if you want," that was no help. She continued on, "I mean, but...you know..."
She dug around for words to recover from that, "...olives."