"Spend enough time around such an intrusive bunch," He started, clearing his throat and looking at his cousins. Both them rolled his eyes before he continued, "And you learn how to [I]find[/I] the time and spend; it's necessary, unless you'd rather just go ballistic. Lucky you, sharing a room with Matt's girlfriend... I'm stuck with Matt," He joked, gladly letting her hold onto his arm as the cold began to nip at his own neck. Sometimes, he wondered if she purposely didn't wear certain pieces of clothing she knew she would need just so that she could take his stuff. No skin off his nose, he supposed, it just meant that she still liked him. The thought itself brought a reassuring smile to his face.

"If you're looking for a bookstore, or anything like it, this is the town!" Kendra seemed to perk up, breaking off whatever incessant conversation she was having before. "Princeton's an Ivy League school; if you don't read for [I]sport[/I] around here, you're not gonna fit in. I swear, it's almost competitive... I warn you, don't walk near the Philosophy section of the store if you hear people over there... I once heard two people go at it about Heraclitus versus Socrates for twenty minutes... I just wanted to pick up a little something to think about and wound up leaving before they were even finished! It was awful..." She groaned as Mark sarcastically patted her back.

"Poor Kendra... Up on her high horse, looking to brag about what she reads all the time. I'm a Fiction guy myself... Besides, writing is so much better than reading - who thinks more? The creator, or the viewer?" He rebuked, looking to his sister tauntingly.

"You can't even call that [I]writing[/I], what you do is... It's a tragedy, Mark. It really is," She said with a frown, shaking her head. She couldn't hold back her smile for long, though.

James sighed, he wasn't sure how these two could invade a conversation, seem to make a contribution for a moment, and then [I]steal[/I] the discussion.

Mark sneered and looked at Sasha, "I'm not talking to her anymore. Anyway, I'm more of an... 'ahead-of-its-time' reader; I like writers like David Mitchell and Kurt Vonnegut. Mom and Dad keep saying that if Kendra and I were one person, the literary world couldn't handle it, so we had to be split down the middle... Little bit of a weird thing to say though," He mused, grinning widely as the twins started to walk backward, across from the younger British couple. It gave James the creeps, because it looked like they were fake-walking in front of a green screen and everything moved around them (seriously, try it, watch somebody walking backward across from you, it's surreal).

James watched them ramble and began to laugh slightly, glancing to his girlfriend, "See? And you thought I tended ramble... Guess it's not hard to see that it runs in the family, eh?"