"I'm from 2011," Megan said cheerfully. "I think my roommate's from 17-something. I can never remember. Those are so lush!" Megan examined the rings closely, making ooohing noises. "And they're not even just plain old diamonds." And that was what made it click--the only other old-timey person she'd spoken to here about mp3s and jewelllery had also been not so much into plain old diamonds for an engagement ring. She could have hit herself.
"So, this is probably going to sound weird, but is your husband named, um, Erik?" she asked, hoping that was the right name.