The chocolate is still rich and sweet, and Myer chases the last taste. He shakes his head at the offer of more; unlike most teenagers, he's never been much of a fanatic for sweets.
Adam's determined to switch subjects, so Myer allows it with reluctant, grumpy grace.
"I've heard of nothing else but the dance for two weeks now," he says. "Who's taking whom, dresses, shoes, hair, flowers. More than I ever cared to know. It turns girls' brains to pudding."
He's dating Jessica Byrnes, the mayor's daughter, and has been since mid-summer. She's tall and slim and leggy and plays up her unmistakable resemblance to Julia Roberts. Myer likes her well enough, and better than the last girl he dated, Katie Hunt. Jessica is relatively smart, proven by how she doesn't try to wedge herself between him and the group, hasn't complained at the time he's devoted to study since he switched his courses from humanities to science. He takes her to nice dinners, to whatever social event the town deems necessary, gives her gifts, is as nice to her as he is to anyone else (Tion would say he should be better, but that's Tion). In spite of everything, she seems to like him and is generous with her charms. It seems to him a fairly normal dating relationship, though he's cynical enough to think that it's driven more by what he is than by who he is. He knows that Mrs. Byrnes would love nothing better than to see her eldest daughter married to him. That's not likely to happen.
"So yes, I'm going. And I'll even dance, damn it." The last is half-jest; he's actually a good dancer, though not to the degree that Adam is. But then, no one else is, either, so it doesn't bother Myer. "What about you?"