Pippin & Jeremiah; March Residence.
"I figured," Pippin replied amidst a chuckle. "People expect everyone from Boston to drop their R's and love the Red Sox." She sounded like she could have come from almost anywhere for her lack of an accent. Her eyes went to his hair and she smiled. "I know girls who would kill for your hair."
Her eyes widened as if she'd gotten caught with her fingers in the cookie jar. She blushed and tried to hide it behind a drink of beer.
"Hmm?" Yay! Change of subject! Pippin's eyes lit up as she nodded. "Oh god, yeah! I've seen so much and yet I know it's only the tip of the iceberg. I need to experience things. I need to know what's out there."