"Oh, gag a maggot," Howard mutters under his breath. He should have asked something less boring. Like Kon's opinion on the drying speed of paint or the flight path of an unladen swallow or anything except girls.

Seriously, on the list of things Howard couldn't care less about, romance barely ranks above the Byzantine Empire and the newest fifty Pokemon.

Still, he stays listening. For all he knows this information could be useful at some later point. "You're almost in the clear. Stay with me, Conner. Tell me about Hawaii. I've never been."