Shaking his head and laughing when Rory went all show-off, Eisen lightly elbowed his friend in the arm. “You, my friend, are the biggest nerd to ever be a nerd,” he teased, his smile belying any seriousness in his words. “But I guess I can forgive you, since you put up with me as well as you do. Lucky, lucky you. Or lucky me…I’m not sure who it’s luckier for.” Eisen was kidding, of course, and that would go without saying. “You know,” he held his index finger up, thinking about people not knowing what laden means, “I’d half expect people to think we were talking about a soup ladle or something. I’d say we should dumb it down but I’d be intrigued to see if I’m right.”
Eisen scoffed when Rory directed his little snide comment his way. “It’s not my fault not everyone is clever enough to major in linguistics, is it?” he threw his hands up in an ‘I give!’ gesture. “And when have you ever known me to study? I think the last time I seriously studied was in eighth grade math class when I couldn’t figure out ‘four times the number of coins in my pocket, plus five more equals twenty-nine,’” he shuddered at the memory. “I don’t know how people ever figure that crap out.” It made him glad that he couldn’t care less about math. Of course there was a deeper meaning to the question, but for now, he chose to ignore it. If Rory wanted to talk about his freakish language thing? He could ask straight up.
“I have to say, it’d probably get you hopelessly ridiculed for a really long time. Especially from me.” He snorted a laugh when Rory mentioned inheriting his parents estate and then turned to look at his friend. “I don’t think either of us would have lasted long in the eighteenth century. After all, there were no computers and no DVDs…that means no bad movie night, and that’s just not okay, my friend.”