"Maybe, but it's a fraction of our total lifetime," Milo replied, not looking up as he peeled his orange, "I want to go to college, so that's four years, on average. I'll graduate around the time I'm twenty-two. I'll probably be eligible for need-based grants, probably not academic ones because I moved around so much, but if I do well on my ACTs and SATs, I may be able to get some, so if I go to community college first and then a local state school, I could probably get away without student loans, and graduate without being in debt, especially because I'd also be working. But if the job market is as tough as it is now, I may find it difficult to find a job with a sufficient wage. I don't want to rush into marriage, because my parents got divorced, and even though I was too young when it happened to remember it now, I've heard from them both how stressful it was, and really taking the time to know the person seems to reduce risk."
Milo dropped the peel neatly on top of a napkin to be thrown out later and began carefully separating all of the slices and lining them up, "I also don't want to start having kids until I have a house, because I don't want my kids to have to move around like I did, so," He waved one hand and looked up, "Thirty seems as early as possible, it'll probably be a bit later. How young would you have to get married if you wanted to have kids at 25?"
"That's a risky game," Sloan teased, "but, to be fair, I am her coolest neighbor. It'd be pretty rude not to invite me, after all, I invited her to my gymnastics competition that one time, I think. I actually don't remember if she was there, I know Mr. Dark was."