If he didn't know a lot, she knew near to nothing. There wasn't really anyone around to teach her. Her real parents were dead, as far as she knew. There had been Cal...but his teachings probably would have ben more for his advantage. Not to educate her. So when he said he'd give her lessons, she was glad. But the way he said it wasn't exactly the nicest way to say it. Belittling. That was the word for it. The expression on her face completely conveyed that she didn't much appreciate the way he said it. "Of course I need them. Because I'm just that bad. In fact, if I'm not careful I could accidentally set you up in flames..." she said, sarcasm lacing the words. The last part wasn't meant as a threat. Not in the slightest. But as her expression softened a little bit. "Sorry. As far as I know, you're the only one here from Widow's Vale. I don't have a choice but to have something to do with you."
Telling her to come stay with him in his apartment was probably a bad decision, if you thought about it. Two stubborn individuals under one roof. Fighting would likely be unavoidable. Plus the clashing personas. Fun. "Some situations?" Okay, so that was true. But she wasn't one to easily back down from an argument. "No, I don't want that..." she said, looking down. This was a fight she just destined not to win. "Fine, fine. I get your point."
Morgan could only smirk in response to his look. Diet Coke was a wonderful creation. She shrugged. "You might for all I know." The look on his face when she started drinking her Coke made her want to laugh. Setting the glass down, she said, "What? Are you a critic of diet Coke too? Just like my parents."