"Jean?" Bobby feigned a hurt look, "What am I these days? Crushed ice?" But he wasn't actually upset, just glad she was there and that he'd been able to snatch her first before the rest of their team caught wind that she was on the grounds.
"Well, let me think." Bobby propped his feet up on the coffee table, a bad habit of his from way early on, and crossed his ankles, arm still casually around Lorna. "Today I gave Spanish tips to a couple of Freshmen who were trying to swear at another student." The word 'bitch' in Spanish was definitely not a literal translation. He chuckled and plucked at his shirt, a graphic tee with a Star Wars tie fighter on the front. "And then I taught my Accounting class. All while nursing a hangover from hell. You?" Turning his head to look at Lorna again, Bobby smiled but braced himself to hear all about Alex and their faaaabulous honeymoon.