Whitewater Gorge the salesman's like what up,

oh boy that was forced, and tegan could tell-- easily. a smirk creeped up on his pale features and his tail began to wave but... he tried not to seem so overconfident in himself. but like, come on, she was literally copying him, trying to sound like him, how could his ego not inflate like, at least a little bit? "no, no," tegan said, shaking his head, "you sound like you're in pain. there are like 3 ways you can say stuff like that and in pain doesn't usually cut it." tegan wasn't so great at intellectual explaining(cut back to his explanation of a caldera), but he was a master of words. he thought he could handle this well enough. "i know all about that stuff. it's a good skill to have, for real, gotta let people know you're in control of your conversation, super important," he said with a puff of his chest. it was true though! someone could be completely dominating you in some sort of smart talk or whatever but so long as you just sort of shrug them off-- you're winning. tegan learned this early on.

"no way... let's make a bet!!" tegan said with a quirk of his brow. he made the note that well, yes, she was bigger than him but... she was probably older, he'd catch up.