“I mean I play.” I stared blankly back at him. “That’s…good?” He released an impatient laugh. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” “Nope.” I shook my head. “I honestly don’t.” He considered this for a long moment before nodding. “I like that.” “You like what?” “That you don’t know what I’m talking about,” he replied without hesitation. “It’s a little insulting and a lot refreshing.”
