He wasn't sure if cheeky was the word he would have chosen, but it hardly mattered - he'd be grateful not to hear the rest of her sister's opinions on him regardless of the reason. It sounded like they might veer into less comfortable places than his smile. "Well - it was years ago," he said again, amused, trying not to think of what would happen to him if he went around broadcasting his sister's childhood crushes. "She might thank you for the discretion."
He was sure he'd been awfully boring at school, anyway. "Oh, I loved History - Binns was a little hard to listen to, but that was my favorite class. Study groups are a fantastic idea. And a little supplemental reading wouldn't hurt, I seem to remember all his texts dated back to the days when they were printing everything in gothic script. And the way he sped up at the end was always a disappointment. Just because he never left the castle walls during the Great War doesn't mean no one ought to learn about it. There are some really great books, and recent ones, that have more to say and better than he does - as far as the twentieth century is concerned, at least." And now who's rambling? He checked his watch, although he knew perfectly well when his next appointment was. "No, I've ... just got to get this home by three." But she had a real job, and was probably on an actual schedule; he ought to let her go. "You're here on assignment, are you? Or just hunting for study group material?" ... In the children's section.