"Well, I suppose that I'm at an advantage," I say with a bit of a playful smirk, taking another bite from my taco and chewing before continuing. "Considering that we have the same face."

It's been long enough that the novelty of us looking just alike has mostly worn off. There are stark differences between us now-- his wide shoulders and missing hand, my longer hair and more wiry frame, but our faces are still so similar, even down to the chicken pox scar on our cheek. It makes him easier to read.

"Oh? That sounds exciting." Since it seems like we're veering into a serious topic, I finish the taco in my hand and wash it down with a few gulps of water, wiping my hands on a napkin so I can give him my full attention. "Please do share with the class."