"I know, right?" she shook her head. "Castiel doesn't get anything." She waved a hand, looking over Rory with a sideways glance. After a while, Meg only looked off the other direction. She felt a little guilty that she didn't know how to talk to him or ask him questions about his life. It wasn't like it was natural to ask about school--he probably hadn't attended even if she thought to ask.
"Those goons teach you driving?" Meg eventually came up with, internally calling herself a loser.