[CeruleanSnowFlake]

(It does, wahhh :'(.....but its cool that you know so much. Kudos from a jeally southerner)

Navana shrugged with a slight smile. "I don't understand it either, but then you don't to understand it to appreciate how good it can be, ya know. Their rappers for example are in a league of their own".

Navana thought about Ryan's offer, he really did want to play the piano so he nodded. "If you think your friend wouldn't mind teaching me".

Navana himself wasn't sure when he'd began to feel so much more compliant, but for bow, he decided, he wouldn't question it and followed Ryan into the kitchen.

"So you're gonna make me brownies even though I lost and then didn't pay up on my end of the bet? You really are to nice, ya know", he hopped up onto the edge of the counter and tapped the back of his heel against the doors beneath as he watched Ryan pull out various kitchen items and ingredients.

"Your even making them from scratch", he continued. "What if I ask you to jump into the ocean. Would you do it?"

Not that he would ever ask such a thing, but a point was a point.

"No you're right. I said it sounds great, cause it does". He took the proffered spoon. "Vielen Danke". (Many thanks)

"A movie would be great. I'm still a bit salty over our game and I've explored all of the house already. I even know what you keep hidden in your sock draw...er I mean. You meant the farm, right?" He added hastily with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, a tour would be great".