Owner	Pose
Conner	Conner is lounging around just outside the living quarters, flicking through his phone. The big screen TV is on playing a soccer game from somewhere around, which Conner is idly flicking his eyes up towards. He doesn't really understand the game yet, but it's fairly popular and he's trying to learn the ways of the world from his limited clone education. The people who programmed his memory didn't really take that into account. He yawns and stretches, wearing a pair of jeans and his usual black t-shirt with the red Super emblem, feet kicked up on the table.
Koriand'r	Kori emerges from her room. Was she sleeping late? Maybe. Who knows what the alien princess was doing in there. She is, after all, strange. She steps out of her room, the door closing behind her. A glimpse as it closes shows signs of ... work? Painting? Maybe she's redecorating. Tired of yellow. She's dressed in shorts and a white t-shirt that's splattered in paint of various shades of blue. There's even a smudge of paint on her nose. She comes up behind the sofa and leans on it, peering at the TV. "Hello, Friend Conner! Watching the foot ball?" Her mane of hair flows as she tilts her head at the game. "I still do not understand why they do not just carry the ball."
Conner	Conner glances over at Kori and, of course, stares for a moment because not staring at Starfire is like not eating a delicious steak. You can do it, but only if you don't like it in the first place. "Against the rules, I guess. So the points wouldn't count. Doing it with your feet is the part that's supposed to make it challenging, I guess," he says. "They use their hands in the American version but they also absolutely annihilate each other with tackles. Which is pretty cool, too. Of the sports I've watched so far, I think I like baseball the best. But I can't play anyway cause it'd be cheating, since I'm Superboy and all."
Koriand'r	"Earth sports are strange," Kori says shaking her head. "Most of them, anyway. They all involve throwing or catching a ball. I know it takes athleticism, but..." She trails off, screwing her face up as she tries to translate this into English. "On Tamaran, sports were more ... direct. Person against person. Sometimes combat, but other times just testing one's skills and strength against another. Flying, wrestling, running. ... Other things that I will tell you about later." She clears her throat, hopping over the back of the sofa and settling in. "The Olympics are the closest thing, and yet so different." She smiles, green eyes nearly glowing. "You would be too good at the baseball. Or anything else you set your mind and strength to, I believe."
Conner	Conner nods, "I get that. We also have combat sports - boxing, wrestling, UFC. I think team sports are mostly things made up just to keep children busy and then they don't want to stop when they grow up. Who can blame them?" He grins over at Kori as she hops over to sit down next to him, "Glad to see you've been payin' attention, gorgeous," he winks. "I think Superman likes baseball, too. Maybe that's where I get it from. I don't know. I don't know him very well yet. I'm not an alien, not exactly, but I'm like you: a lot of this stuff is new to me," he says, turning his body a little to face the beautiful princess.
Koriand'r	Kori shifts a little as Conner turns to face her directly. It's only polite that she turns to face him too. She likes being polite and friendly! "I think you may be right," she says with a nod. "On Tamaran, children's sports were team based, but adults favored solo competition." She smiles brightly at the compliment. "Oh, flattery! You are gorgeous too, Friend Conner. I have been on Earth for some time, but it does not get less weird, I think. Perhaps I am the weird one."