"The quiet gets too loud, sometimes. I really can't live without a whole bunch of people around me, either." Teague was being as honest with her as he was with anyone else. He grinned, "Do you know what precocious means? Because you fit the bill perfectly for the definition." He liked that she held herself to an older standard, and could understand why she did, why she had to. She was going to fit in just fine, he figured.
"We could get you enrolled in school... unless you prefer private tutors, I know someone who could do that, too. He's already suggested teaching my kid when Cassie gets older. It's up to you, what you'd prefer. I'll warn you now, though. The tutor is a pirate. Really. A real one, straight out of the 1800s. He's actually related to me, he's my great, great, great, great, great, great grandpa. Only with a few more greats in there."