Ah but Aaron probably did know everything she was teaching, or did, at one point. His memory wasn't the greatest anymore. Short term was pretty much gone for the moment, too much pot, but long term was not amazing either. He really was extraordinary lucky that he remembered his own name, or to keep his fly zipped. Speaking of! Quick, not so subtle check. Zipped. Victory!
"Pain?" He asked, scratching his head, losing half of his finger in the mess of curls that was his brown hair. "Well yeah, all women are a pain, that should go without saying." Clearly, hew as not the smoothest creature in the world. "I most certainly have the right to wait in line peacefully. I just choose to wave that right, it's more fun that way. For example! I would not have gotten to have this lovely conversation with you, nor would I have gotten to meet the first and only Bob I have ever met in my long life." He made it sound like he had lived a very long time, a fact which was funny given he hardly looked as if he had seen twenty-five years.
"Ah, good!" Aaron grinned, letting her step around him before sliding right up beside her. He dropped a long arm over her shoulders as he grinned past her and to the workers. "Then I'm assuming my comedic routine bought me a free coffee! She'll be buying me a latte, with an extra shot. Whatever the big size is." He gestured at the paper cups, unable to remember or be assed to try and pronounce the sizes. "Thank you my dear Hellen," he said casually, dropping his head to drop a quick peck upon the crown of her head. Even hew as not sure if he somehow remembered that name or if he was just pulling random names out of the air. Given Pan's scattered brain, it was probably a fifty-fifty chance. "You're too kind." It was a good thing, he hadn't brought any money with him, anyway.