Lexi watched her sister's friends get hammered and it never seemed all that appealing. Most of the time, they acted like they'd lost more and more of their braincells, the more they drank. Until literally everything was hilarious and they seemed to lose control of their limbs, crashing wherever looked soft.

So one wine cooler was more than enough, thanks.

"That's putting it mildly. And it would, I'd be like holy crap, I know everything about you, but you know nothing about me. Unless somehow what me and everyone else was going through somehow was entertainment where they were from. Awkward!"

And that makes Lexi laugh, grinning broadly. "I dunno, I'm okay with you being a cute hoarder. Hoard all of the cute that you want!"

Even if she did hoard cute, baby animals would still be cute. it was a law.

"Oh. Well, I guess I could try? I'm just not good at reaching out, some of the time. Okay, a lot of the time. But, I'm getting better at it?" She hoped. At least she thought so.

"The only German I know is the one JFK messed up on, saying that he was a jelly donut, not a Berliner like he'd meant to say."