"It isn't as if you can't still feel the sun. It's just...hiding. Taking a break. So really, the weather is only as bad as you make it." He flashed her a grin, his steps zig-zagging a little bit just for fun. It was just a good thing that the last full day they'd had of sun, Lee had made sure that he and Cheyenne both had spent enough time outside. He'd known that the days of rain were on their merry way to their location, he just didn't know the exact when. Lee laughed, nodding at Cheyenne's statement. He felt as though it was meant to be a compliment and so he decided to take it as one. "Oh no, bells and rhymes and other such tomfoolery are all hardwired in. This model just happens to see the benefits of being able to stay in the same place without running out of places to work." It was the truth, though; Leland had already worked in about twenty different places already, and they had only lived in the area for a few years. It was getting dangerously close to the point where Lee might actually have to work in a different county altogether. Word of his antics seemed to spread like wildfire, and he could not really blame his previous bosses. "It's the same me, don't worry." As if to prove it to her, Lee reached out with a flourish, glamouring Cheyenne's favorite glitter sparks.
"The body generates a kinetic energy from movement, and so the greater the speed, the greater that energy. They call it power walking because the energy you produce can power about twenty-seven light bulbs instead of your standard two or three." Leland had a way with spouting off useless and horribly incorrect knowledge and trying to pass it off as truth by using just a touch of fact. Still, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and laugh, giving it away that he was just talking to talk. Either way, they were still already at the park, and Lee smiled as he moved forward onto the wet green grass towards the trees. The rain had a way of making everything smell fresh and new, and today was no different. He inhaled deeply, coming back with the scents of all manner of refreshed flora and fauna -- and a heavy dose of Cheyenne. Her scent had become comforting to him, a reassurance that he had done at least one thing right in his life. Or was that unlife? Either way, her scent had a visceral effect, one that he would cherish for as long as he could.