Sun Mote Copse Where it stops nobody knows

Bronco opened his mouth to point out that what she was just calling important, she'd called boring just moments ago- which he found confusing- until he realized she wasn't making a point about that, but that he ought not care so much about what others thought was cool. For a second, he thought that that very idea was sort of lame- and that it was important to do what others thought was important, and cool- but then again...Disregarding what others thought in favour of doing what you preferred was basically the epitome of cool. 

He glanced over at Maia, his lips sewn together again in an impressed frown. "Huh." He said, quietly. When she moved to nudge his shoulder, his expression broke, and he smiled. She was it- she was the epitome of cool, at least, in his mind. "So...Are you gonna ever tell me one of those stories you came up with?" He enticed, leaning in with ears perked, hoping she might take the bait.