"Really?" Derek brightens up and grins, crumpling up the chip back and coming forward to clap his palm down onto Luke's shoulder. "That's awesome of you, man. Whatever made me want to live by myself in the middle of the damn woods definitely hasn't happened yet."

He laughs and tosses the chips back onto the counter, basically bouncing around like an eager puppy. "Can we go now? Am I keeping you from anything? You run the bookstore downstairs, right? I'll totally help out, you know. I love books. I'm on my like, eighth reread of the Lord of the Rings."

Derek takes it upon himself to fill up a glass of water and gulp it down, setting the cup in the sink and wiping his mouth with the inside of his wrist. "So you don't know what the hell that purple thing is either, huh?"