Really, cosmically speaking, it was fortunate that neither of them could read the other's narration. Between her mentally comparing him to assorted first-graders and his assuming she wasn't striving to be opposite of what she was, they might've had a spectacular row. As it was, the conversation remained mildly awkward and partially confused, but generally pleasant.

Susan had no idea what Goth was, but he hadn't seemed particularly snide about the compliment so she accepted it. She didn't know what an 'EM-OH' was, either, but such was the way with unfamiliar slang.

"Well, you were doing a very good job of Blending until you manifested on the table," Susan said casually.

She hadn't encountered many people here, but she had encountered enough of them to notice a trend. By and large, all of the Supernatural people she'd met seemed to prefer discretion in all things to do with who or what they were. It was odd, at least in Susan's experience, but it was also Not Her Business. While she generally didn't mind rifling about in other people's affairs, decisions about Normality were strictly off limits.

"Speaking of, would you prefer I not mention--" Susan made a vague motion to all of him and the general area that had contained the previous mayhem, "--this, if it comes up? If you're Blending, I'd hate to drag you out from under the bed."