He liked being a teenager, so he can blame her. But, it was different for everyone. So, its really up to her. But he can't help but feel she's missing out on something vital.

He watches her scratching away with the pen, shaping out what she wants to carve, and grinning around his spoon. "Your horse is spiteful? And beautiful." He sucks on his lip and tilts his head, considering. "It sounds like a lot of the people I used to work with before I came back. I would like to meet him, if you would be so kind as to introduce him to me, Chiquita."