Kenny and Butters were sitting in the shelter of Butters room. Butters was opening a bag of caramel cups, and dumped a few onto the top of Kenny's head. Kenny was sitting on the floor drawing.

"Thanks." He said as he took the candy and started unwrapping it.

He had been hanging out with Butters again, and Butters hadn't asked him any kind of question that would bring emotions into play. Kenny didn't know if he liked this sort of thing. He thought on it, and felt like Butters wasn't asking him questions because he didn't want to learn from Kenny anymore. Kenny had been teaching him a lot with the answers he gave him. However dumb they were. He looked at Butters, and saw a pensive look on the boy's face. His spirits lifted a little, as he hoped a question would come his way. He didn't want to influence the boy, because he had come to appreciate when Butters asked him questions.

"Kenny?" he asked as he looked at Kenny quizzically.

"Butters?" Kenny asked grinning.

"How do we know history is accurate? How do we know all presidents of the United states were not jerks, and meanies?" he asked.

"We just have to take whatever lies they feed us." Kenny said as he pointed to his history book. "You know, I'm sure every president had some nice in him. I'm sure also that all presidents were jerks, too, in some ways." He said smiling.

"That sucks. I mean, George Washington could've been a total butt hole, and we're still idolizing the guy." Butters said bitterly.

They did homework, and shared candy for a while. Kenny stayed for dinner, since Butters parents were not home. Kenny stayed over that day, for the first time.