...right. [God. That vaguely tracks for a philosophy kid, but weird.] I teach on the side. Nuclear physics - it's a graduate-level seminar.
[So, you know, certainly not something just anyone can take for a lark! But anyway - Otto looks up, and is visibly relieved!]
Oh, here she is. [He rises to greet a pretty brunette woman who's coming over to the table, taking her hand and leaning in for a quick greeting kiss before they both turn back to Doreen, The Rando Crashing Lunch.] My wife, Rosie. Rosie, this is the philosophy major who's trying to steal your seat.
[Rosie laughs. Oh, stay, she says, it's packed today. Otto looks a little bemused, but certainly not inclined to argue; he'd almost expected her to take a shine to the kid anyway. She teaches a lot more awkward underclassmen, she's got a soft spot for them.]
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[So, you know, certainly not something just anyone can take for a lark! But anyway - Otto looks up, and is visibly relieved!]
Oh, here she is. [He rises to greet a pretty brunette woman who's coming over to the table, taking her hand and leaning in for a quick greeting kiss before they both turn back to Doreen, The Rando Crashing Lunch.] My wife, Rosie. Rosie, this is the philosophy major who's trying to steal your seat.
[Rosie laughs. Oh, stay, she says, it's packed today. Otto looks a little bemused, but certainly not inclined to argue; he'd almost expected her to take a shine to the kid anyway. She teaches a lot more awkward underclassmen, she's got a soft spot for them.]