A skateboard would more than make Max happy, though. Give her something else to do.

Max watches Kavinksy as he contemplates how to phrase himself, concern growing. When he does answer, her eyes trail down.

"Oh. You're not...still living with them, are you?" He talks like she's so young, so he should be old enough to move out, right?

There's a huff, mildly amused, "What kind of party does it need to be to be good? If you get the right people, we can have fun. Seems like a great party to me."