“Don’t call my hypothetical future kids moppets!” Eisen laughed and nudged Rory with his shoulder. “It sounds too much like Muppets and I don’t want my kids thinking they’re little fuzzy puppets. Unless I decide to name them Kermit or Miss Piggy. Or Fozzie. Fozzie would be an awesome kid’s name. Fozzie Bear Bradbury,” he pondered on this with false seriousness, nodding sagely a moment after. “That will be my first boy’s name.”
Eyes widening when Rory mentioned writing a sonnet for Penny, Eisen turned his head and glanced at Rory over his shoulder. Rory explained it away as completely platonic and a confidence booster, and Eisen smirked. “I was going to mention how she’s a little young for you, but now that I know your intent,” he smiled a little more. “That’s really nice, dude. She really does seem to need it. Rory Spinelli, nicest guy in the world…” he said, chuckling lightly. Someday, some woman was going to be ridiculously lucky.