"A squash..." he said thoughtfully, scratching at his chin. Just as soon as he started considering the idea, he snapped out of it, crinkling his face and shaking his head. "No, why am I even thinking about this? I can't be a farmer, I don't have the patience. I can't eve wait or the plants to grow on those little computer game farm things."
Aaron huffed, satisfied at the idea of getting a Brittney. Or Sally. Or whatever. Straightening his pants, he dropped down onto the couch again, spreading out his long body lazily. He cocked his head thoughtfully to one side, studying Dionysus thoughtfully. "How about two rounds of the cheap stuff?" Well, Pan never had the best taste. "Hmm, trouble," he mused fingers sinking into the thick curls on his head. "I'm not too up on trouble at the moment, actually. What kind of trouble are you wanting to get into?"