"Alright, alright!" he called from the horde of preteens, wild curls bouncing about his head as he settled back into his place upon the heater.

"Come on, James, you knew that was far-fetched," another supplied from his left.

"Hey, it's not as easy as it looks!" he defended quickly.

"Right," the redhead beside him muttered sardonically.

"Says the boy hiding behind the brain of his girlfriend," James bit back bitterly.

"Alright, already," the brunette on his left jutted in, raising his hands to defend his friend from the scorned redhead. "Just go again, and see if he can say anything worth half a brain cell."

Begrudgingly he leant back against the windowsill, grumbling a few choice expletives as he situated himself once more. "Fine then, a classic," he smirked. "What came first? The chicken or the egg?"

"Chicken," the boy with the copper hair spat almost immediately, confidently, as others mumbled choices around him.

"Egg, definitely egg," a younger boy called from the back.

"No, no, he's right. It has to be the chicken."

"Egg."

"Egg."

"Chicken."

"Can we have another option?" Someone slapped that kid over the head shortly after.

"Chicken, it has to be."

"Egg," the girl resting beside the redhead stated firmly, glancing up from her book. The boy with the rust colored hair glared at her questioningly, horrified, but she simply turned her head back to the pages of print before continuing, "Evolution theory. The very first chicken came from the very first egg which was the mutated spawn of some other creature."

It's pathetic what gets into my head sometimes.