“Why look it up when I have you?” Eisen grinned wryly and made himself comfortable on the other end of the couch. “It also makes me think of the word ‘poppet’ though. Which makes me think of old British comedies and makes me laugh. A lot,” he grinned. “Still, my hypothetical future kids will be very well educated thanks to Uncle Rory,” he turned his head and glanced at his friend, and once again it occurred to him exactly how glad he was that they’d worked out their differences. Life without Rory around wasn’t good enough, when things like this happened with him around. “All right, but can I at least name one Kermit?” he asked, wondering when Rory became the authority as to what he could and couldn’t name his kids. Not that he cared.
“Watch out. Next thing you know, you’ll be growing a mustache and living in a van, recruiting all the high school girls with promises of good times,” the mental image alone was enough to make Eisen laugh. “Okay, if you ever get anywhere remotely close to that stereotype, best friend or not, I’m smacking you upside the head, dragging you from your van and driving it into the lake,” he said, absolutely sincere. “But that’s really nice of you. And if it doesn’t make her smile, I don’t know what will.”