"You could always make something up, get them off your ass." He shrugged, still smiling. It seemed logical. He was curious as to what might be there, but there was also that statement about not wanting to talk about it, and James didn't like fighting. "So where were you born before you moved here? I'm from Minnesota, land of the frozen tundra. Not really, but the winters sure feel like it." He figured that question might be safe anyway.
"I was going to suggest the gym. I can't seem to get it together at the gym. I can't lift much, and that is embarrassing. I don't really have the attention span for books either." They were nearing the end of the pier to the boardwalk that would take them to Venice. "Do you want one of these? Shaved ice really is the perfect food."