“One of our many failed forays into the annals of history, at that,” Eisen added, smirking a little bit. Of the many things Eisen had benefitted from with his friendship with Rory, not the least of them was the expanding of his vocabulary. Eisen wasn’t stupid by any stretch of the imagination, but he’d had to learn a lot just to keep up with Rory in conversation. One of the things his laziness benefitted him with was lots of extra brain space. “And who’s to say the clueless looks on people’s faces wouldn’t be the best part of calling it ‘z laden slang?’ I definitely think it would be.”
Finals week was chaotic for everyone but Eisen. Part of him, not a very small part either, felt guilty for having it so easy when everyone else was falling all over themselves to study and do a good job on their upcoming exams. Him…he’d just finished his last one because the linguistics professor was apparently insane and liked to do things a week early. “Turbulent chaos is the nicest way I’ve heard it put all week…” he half-smiled. “Also nicer than I’d put it myself.”
Eisen couldn’t help but laugh when Rory got all smug and triumphant, then again when his friend mentioned his English major speak. “It’s all right. So long as you stick to just speaking like it and not dressing the part. Keep the wigs and ruffles way back in the eighteenth century, if you don’t mind.”