“Nope. It’s Marvel all the way.”
“You’re wrong.” I grabbed another chip and broke it in half.
“The Marvel movies are way better.”
“I’ll give you that, but if we’re comparing actual cannon, like the comics and stories, then DC wins hands down.”
“You’re such a nerd.”
His voice was soft, almost affectionate.
“Excuse you. I’m a geek.”
“What’s the difference?” He smirked as he stole the half chip in my hand and tossed it into his mouth.
“A nerd is smart. A geek likes weird shit.”
“You’re pretty damn smart, kitten. As you kept reminding me.”
My cheeks heated.
I liked that Ash called me that nickname, even if I didn’t agree that I was a kitten. A tiger maybe, but not a kitten.
“Would that make me a neek or maybe a gerd?”
Ash laughed and rolled his eyes. “Let’s just go with weirdo.”
“I’ll accept that. What are you?”
“I don’t know,” he said.
“No?”
“Not really. I mean. I don’t really know who I am. What I like. I guess I just… am.”
Ash’s face was closed off. I didn’t like that. I might not understand what was happening, but I wanted to keep nice Ash around.
“Favorite food?” I asked.
“Sushi.”
“Really?”
He nodded and reached into the chip bag.
“I’ve never seen you eat sushi.”
“Because Mom doesn’t like fish, so we can’t have it at home.”
“But you haven’t gotten it here.”
“I have. You just weren’t home. Where do you think I get those dumplings you like?”
“I’ve never had sushi.”
“No?” He glanced at me.
“Nope. Dad isn’t a fan of fish either. And the idea of eating raw anything is a bit icky.”