"Fast food is... somewhat expedient, but... very little else." Desmond said quietly. It took him a minute to realize that KFC was supposed to stand for Kentucky Fried Chicken. Society, these days seemed obsessed with their acronyms to the point of insanity. While it did seem to condense speech slightly, Desmond wasn't sure if it was worth the trade offs were worth people sounding the way that they did when they were spouting out acronym after acronym to the point where it took a minute to really register what they were saying. Perhaps it was easier when one got used to it, though Desmond wondered if that wasn't the case, and people just spouted acronyms at one another to make themselves feel impressive.
"Sleeping beauty..?" Desmond questioned a little. He had been asleep before the Grimm's fairytales had really been widespread throughout the world, and even if he hadn't, he had very little use for children's stories. He watched her laugh and tilted his head a little, wondering if she was perhaps making fun of the way that he looked. She seemed to find it amusing that he would be called beautiful, or so he had thought. It really just served to reinforce the idea in his mind that without some mystic power over someone he really was just simply... plain. But it was something he learned to live with, so he just nodded politely when she apologized and didn't really bring it up.
"I was asleep for about 200 years, give or take." he said. Before he had hunted down Dracula, then given up hunting altogether, he had been obsessed with killing vampires to the point where he rarely ate or slept unless it was to gain strength before the hunt. The years had flown by, and he hadn't truly been paying attention to what year it was while he had been hunting. Only the next kill, and more blood on his hands to try to fill the void that had been left, though no amount of it really did anything for him.
"iPods?" he said, tilting his head. Clearly he had no idea what it was that an iPod was. The name seemed vague enough that it really could have applied to anything. At least a television had words that he could break down. "A telephone..." he said, repeating the word and rolling it around in his mind. As Dannika started to explain it his eyes widened a little. It seemed that the future was rather frightening indeed if such things were possible. "So, you can speak into one of these telephones... to someone on the other side of the world?" he asked. Not even the most powerful vampire he'd ever confronted could perform such a feet as speaking into someone's mind a world away.
"Satellites. So mankind has ventured into space then? How many planets in this solar system have they colonized?" he said, perhaps getting a bit ahead of himself. All of this seemed like the work of fantasy writers back in his times, but even then man had dreamnt of being able to explore the stars, and mankind had discovered that the universe did not revolve around earth (even if they had been forced to recant such findings due to outside influence). Desmond couldn't help but wonder exactly how fantastic the world had become... would it be hard to see other worlds? Was it something that vampires and Dhampirs could even do? There were so very many questions.
"Fifteen lbs... and wooden pins? This must be a human game, then..." he said, imagining for a moment what he could do with such instruments. He would break the pins every time if he were not careful... perhaps if they made the ball softer or something along those lines it could make the game more challenging, though he still failed to see how knocking down 10 pieces of wood stood up on an end could be that difficult if he could throw a ball as hard as he was able to do so into them. He smiled a little though at hte idea... it still might be fun to try...