He lead her into the kitchen, neatly sidestepping a young woman nearly falling-down drunk just by the doorway, before stepping away from her and rounding the counter, grabbing bottles and playing the bartender, trying to come up with something drinkable given the copious spirits and minimal mixers scattered amongst the red plastic cups.

"Me? Oh, computer science, robotics, a dash of mechanical engineering. I lose track." he wasn't even trying to sound particularly blasé about his large course load, he genuinely was studying a fairly large number of things. Most of them as minors, but still more than he occasionally could remember.