Being the adoptive child of Dr. Saroyan was very cool. You sometimes went to the lab and in her office to talk about stuff, but sometimes she was overprotective and stubborn, mostly with schools.

You’d been dating an intern at the Jeffersonian, specifically Finn. Sure, he had a troubled past, and spoke with a lot of odd wordings, but you truly loved him. It felt like you found someone that truly loved you for you, aside from your mom’s nagging indicating she was a bit confused and unhappy with the relationship.

You walked out of a venue with your arm looped around him arm, his hair didn’t have a baseball cap on top so it looked pretty cleaned up. He was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, along with a jacket. Seemed very typical for the way he talked; with a North Carolina dialect of English if you were to describe it.

“So, now that you’ve seen a Bluegrass concert, how’d ya like it? Is it as sweet as honey fresh out of a beehive?”