'Hello.'
"Who are you?"
'I'm Pan.'
"You're what?"
'Pan.'
"Okay. Well, I'm Loki."
'Like the god of mischief?'
"No, like my mum was going to name her child 'Lol' but can't spell."
'Yikes. Are you serious?'
"No, I'm Snape."
'I...what?'
"Don't worry about it. Why are you named after a kitchen appliance?"
'I'm not! ...I though you were supposed to announce your sexuality at these things?'
"First of all, just because we're at a LGBT meet up doesn't mean that you have to shout your sexuality from the rooftops. Well, unless you want to. Secondly...you're telling me you identify as a kitchen appliance?"
'I-what do you mean? I meant Pan as in Pansexual, not pan as in the kitchen appliance. Is a pan even a kitchen appliance? Also, there aren't any set rules for these kinds of things! ...Don't look at me like that.'
"Are you nervous?"
'...Yeah, I am.'
"Don't be. I identify as a genderqueer queer. I literally could not discriminate against you even if I tried, it would burn my heart if I did."
'Burn your heart? What do you mean?'
"Don't worry about it. I'll explain later."
'Okay.'
"...do you want some punch?"
'Sure. Can I touch your hair though? It looks so pretty in braids.'
"I-yeah. You can."
'...'
"..."
'Thank you.'
"...you're welcome, Pan."
