"Oh god, don't call him that to his face when I introduce you." she said as she pulled her phone from her back pocket and searched through the pictures. "And please don't tell him he's pretty, I had to go all third-wave feminism on his ass and let him know that feminine associated words were not some kind of slight against his manhood and all that. I don't want to treat him like he's failing a women's studies class or something." finding an appropriate picture she handed the phone over to her sister.
"Well, you were always really good at it." she teased. "Amen to all that good shit. Lots of fun stuff to do around here so even when I'm working you won't get bored. Art museaums and the like, stuff you'd be into. I'll even introduce you to fish-boy if he's still hanging around. You'll like him, plays guitar like nobody's business and, well, he drinks like a fish which is always fun. And he's ginger too, I mean, shit, if I had his hair I would always have a mirror with me just so I could look at it."