"We will have to work on the music thing. We should both have magic hands." Jace looked up with a wide grin, displaying a brilliant smile that was perfectly imperfect. As Arthur sat he reclaimed his own stool and the guitar he was working on. He strummed it thoughtfully, taking care of it like a treasure. The guitar also relaxed him.
"Snowboarding is easy. We should do it. If you can surf, you can snowboard. I picked it right up. Mammoth mountain isn't too far away either." He absolutely loved the snow. He hadn't seen much of it since his early days in Chicago. Then it was all sun.
"Where are you from? Have you been here your whole life?"