"Cool, thanks. Rose, that's nice and it sounds southern as hell. I feel like I should be saying something like, the pleasure is all mine misses Montgomery," he elongated a fake southern drawl and grinned, glancing to what she was reading.
"Ohh shit, and you're smart. The Illiad. Also known as the Son of Illion, a Homer's epic as shit poem written in dactylic hexameters," he couldn't remember where he picked that up from but he knew it was true.