With a laugh of his own, Slav shrugged right back at her in answer. "I really have no clue."
Then he nodded in mock seriousness, "Good to know, not having cooties is a good thing, I guess." A glance down at the table revealed that the cookie she had reluctantly taken was still unfinished. "Y'know, you really should finish that, it might go bad or somethin'." And he could go on all day about cookies and cars, so that worked out.
Leaning over the table, he held out one hand, "Hey Savannah, I'm Slav."