Jia Li laughed softly at his joke about the universe ensuring his head was the right size for his body. “I guess that’s one way to look at it. Just be careful. Too much self-depreciation could make your head too small for your body, and that would be a shame.” He was pretty cute, after all.
“It’s definitely worth it. We didn’t win last year, but we’ve been working really hard, so there’s a good chance we’ll at least place this time. We’re sure to have some interesting moves this year.” Sure, she was sort of promoting her dance team, but gaining support was never a bad thing. “Oh, cool. Then you should definitely come to some of our competitions to support our House.”
As soon as he asked her to dinner, she suddenly remembered what Kay had once told her about how nice guys had a tendency of turning out to be real assholes. Was this guy one of those types? Did he have ulterior motives? It was kind of strange to ask someone to dinner when they had just met. “How about we just go for coffee or tea or something?” She offered instead, having every intention of paying for herself. It seemed like a good compromise. Beverages could be shared between friends without the risk of feeling like there should be more.
“That’s kind of funny. I have a friend whose major is music, but she likes to write.” As soon as she said it, she realized it probably sounded kind of lame, but her face didn’t betray her feelings. “What kind of poetry do you write?” The dryad asked, changing the subject a little.