"I'll teach you as much as I can, but I'm not really smart. You're okay. I like your stories, even if some of them are sad." She sat down near him, only one stool between them, and swung her legs idly as she sipped her chocolate milk. "I'm only sneaky. I guess that can be mistaken for smarts. But that's... just who I am. I can't help that." Usually she had to apologize for it, but she felt, with the present company, it wasn't something to apologize for.