Samuel's inner child - not so deeply buried as those of some people, for certain - adored the comparison to his favorite vigilante. To Philip's credit, this ego-stroking, evident though it was, resulted in a subtle lessening of Samuel's initial inclination to combativeness, edging him closer to cheerful taunting. While his wariness had not entirely abated, he found he could at least approach the situation somewhat amicably. "Yeah," Samuel said, dragging the syllable out with evident amusement. "I think they called that Home Ec. You do look kinda young, though. Maybe they didn't have that when you were coming up."
He shifted on his feet, inching nearer in answer to Philip's careful drifting away. He cast another appraising glance over Philip's 'borrowed' goods, clearly torn between continued harrying and letting the matter slide for the moment. But he had nowhere else to be; beer and video games would still be waiting for him when he'd had his fill of fun. "I didn't catch your name," he said. He paused a moment, his head canting curiously, the pad of his thumb pressing idly at the end of one key.