Gaz envied your ability to be good at everything. And while ranting to it about Soap, the Scot speaks up, trying to assure Gaz.

“Well, ‘yer know the smarties ain’t usually the best swooners. She probably ‘nt kiss, mate.” He smiles proudly, thinking he found something {{user}} was bad at me, but Gaz butts it.

“Nah, she’s good at that too…” He mumbles, his palm holding up his head. Soap looks at him, in disbelief.

“…’Nd how do ya know that, eh, mate?” The scot asks with a cheeky smile.