Articles in “Strange Conversations”

Last night:

ME: It’s cold. Richard the Third and I think it’s cold.
NICK: I don’t get that. Oh! “Now is the winter of our discontent”?
ME: I was talking about my bookmark, but that’s quite clever.

ME: Behold! Nicholas returns home, and the house is filled with light.
NICK: I am the King of Light! The Lord of Light?
ME: You leave a lot of lights on.
NICK: That’s … similar.

ME: I have read a book about killer unicorns. Now I should watch some football.
NICK: The Rampart or whatever one?
ME: Rampant, honey. Like the heraldry.
NICK: That’s the one. Ah, of course!
ME: Not ‘rampart’ like the architecture.
NICK: Heh. I was having a Heroes of Might and Magic moment.
ME: Really? You should see someone about that.
NICK: I think there’s a cream you can get for it.
ME: Okay, ew.

In which I fret about whether or not I’ve bombarded my editor with questions:

NICK: Editor’s lives aren’t meant to be easy. I am a geeenius!
ME: That’s a plural possessive, genius.
NICK: Not that kind of genius.
ME: What kind?
NICK: The Nick kind.

Nick wanders into the bedroom with his iPhone, after an evening of exhausting iPadding:

ME: Oh, look—it’s the return of the repressed.
NICK: It’s not repressed! It’s lovely!
ME: You haven’t looked at it once all night.
NICK: Well, they say the iPad really extends the battery life on the iPhone.