"Wouldn't say that. Even if I were pink-skinned and bipedal twenty-four seven, I doubt I'd be the most normal of dudes." He followed Rose like a puppy now that she'd taken the lead. "And just what makes you think I was taking you here? Maybe I was going to the Bronx International House of Pancakes. They have a mean pancake there." He croaked quietly, drawing a few stares as a small frog conversed with the pretty white girl. But he'd been a green human a couple of seconds ago, so the people staring weren't really that surprised.
"Get it? I hop." He waited for the terrible pun to sink in before he stood on two feet again. "Good pancakes." Gar got to the front of the line and smiled at the ticket guy. "Hi. You don't have a discount for superheroes, do you? You'll recognize us, of course. I'm Beast Boy, the lean green love machine--" he leaned in and said, in a stage whisper to Rose, "--and I don't work for nobody but you." Then he faced the guy again. "And this is my sidekick, Kid Jailbait."
The guy stared, but Gar was used to it and loved the attention anyway. "It's fifteen bucks for the ticket and twenty-seven for the POP Pass."
"I get to meet the Prince of Persia?! Jake Gyllenhaal is dreamy."
"Pay One Price. You don't have to pay for any of the other attractions inside, except for the camel rides."
"Can I ride Jake instead?"
"That's up to him."
"Two Prince of Persia passes, then." Gar handed over the money and pulled Rose forward. "Welcome to the only date I could think of that makes me smell like spring daisies and cinnamon."