"You can just call me Spencer, a genius sounds a little formal."
She really was smart for her age and he'd been expecting her to be more like a child than she was, but girls were often more mature than boys. "It's not everything I am," he said simply with a shrug of his own. "But yes, I read about twenty thousand words a minute," he said with a little smile. She looked shy and Spencer just assumed that she wasn't used to compliments. "Of course," he said with a kind smile. "Did you know that red is the rarest hair color, occurring in only one to two percent of the population, although that goes up to two to six percent if you've got northern European history. It means you have two copies of a recessive gene on chromosome 16 and I like it," he said with a grin.
"There's no rush," Spencer assured her, knowing that make decisions about the future was a serious business. "I have an eidetic memory, I recall information with incredible accuracy, numbers just make sense to me," he explained, hauling up his other leg so they were crossed in his chair. "My mom is all over the place as well, I know the feeling," he said, content to not actually go into the details. "She sounds very spur of the moment, which isn't my thing, but I know a lot of people enjoy that." Leaning his chin in his hand he smiled easily back at her. "No one thinks like anyone else."