"Cool. I've never been over that way, to California." Or New York, really. "Sorta been planning on doing some traveling after graduation, though. See more of the States, go overseas." There were so many places he wanted to go, so many things he wanted to see.

"I dunno if lakes are really the same, but-" but he was pretty sure Lake fucking Erie or something should have been close to Cleveland. In the next breath, he laughed. "Not really. Got a friend who'll talk for hours about skateboarding if you give him the chance, though. He's pretty good. When he's not trying to show off." By which he meant, when Skov wasn't being a dumbass. But he meant it affectionately, at any rate.

He made a thoughtful noise. "So, like me and dragons." He grinned, though it faded after a moment. "I've always wanted a dog. A rottweiler, maybe, or like, a goofy golden retriever that's full of so much love it's got no room for anything else." He wasn't especially picky though, really; he'd take any dog if there was an opportunity for it.

"Abso-fucking-lutely." He didn't even need to think about his answer. The Odeon was fine and all, but sometimes sitting still made him feel like he was about to combust, and now was one of those times.