[ leo chews his cheek for a second, like he's thinking that over, then gives a loud, dramatic huff of a sigh and drops into the chair across from her. ]

Maybe our forefathers are like, secretly three part gods. Half Roman, Half Greek....part Irish. I dunno. [ wow, nailed it with your math there, valdez.

still, he waves off his worry and offers her a lazy grin, leaning across the table to sniff at the coffee. he didn't even know hazel was old enough to drink coffee--he didn't even think he was, but maybe there was a reason he wasn't allowed to have it. ] It smells awesome.