It was getting easier. After a few months (one might even say years, if they were being pessimistic) of talking to cats and kids, Piper was finding it pretty.. nice, actually, to connect with someone who wasn't pre-pubescent or on their way to being sterilized. It didn't hurt that they weren't strangers of course, though she was still somewhat nervous he might not like her now, for some strange reason, as though she'd changed so much since June. "Late bloomers?" She echoed with a little grin, "I wouldn't know anything about those." The joke being, well, pretty obvious. They were textbook examples, weren't they? Kids too smart for their own damn good.
The denizens of Seattle would be complete fools to mess with her guns. Granted, they were really tiny guns, more like pistols or revolvers than anything else, but she wasn't exactly helpless. Not realizing she had been chewing on her straw until her changed the subject, she blinked and smiled awkwardly, bringing her plastic cup of iced tea back down, into her lap. What was there to say? Oh you know, I just felt like no one wanted me around so I dove into a portal? "I-- That's a good question." Buying herself a little time, she eventually shrugged and tried to meet his eyes. "I don't know. Curiosity, I guess?"