Re: Cantankerous | 7-28-2020 | Lunchtime
"I should have assumed you taught a traditional class at some point," Jo admitted. "I don't think you're in great danger of being corrected." Unless Hank had come home early. "History is subjective, anyway." So sayeth Colin Robinson. If Jon didn't understand the reference, his children had failed him. And she looked like a pretentious hipster.
She sensed she had turned the crank further still as Forge's (possibly literal) gears turned. "Mmm," she agreed about comparing notes, encouraging him to continue his line of thought. When he took out his phone, she was a bit tossed off, but the next time he spoke, Jo grinned. "You're keeping up with the times," she teased. "I still remember the days where a scrap of cocktail napkin did the trick."
"Right, of course," Giosetta confirmed but didn't check her phone yet to confirm his message. She knew where he lived, after all. "I work at the clinic in town tomorrow but I can come out after. I'm up for Mexican. As long as you don't judge my mild palate." Some of the things the Silverclan put in their mouths... "And I'll buy. You'll probably need to be treated if tomorrow is anything like today, so far." And it was only lunchtime.