"Something like that." Very much something. Whatever it was he'll figure it out later.

When he's pretty sure it won't get done to him over again for reasons. Sneaky, motherly reasons. "Soo...finish up the UK, do Mesopotamia instead? I don't know that we've got a class on those."

Tying this venture in with his actual degree has taken some creative accounting for credit hours and the like. "I'll dig around, see what I can't swing. How were your ribs?"

He asks, slurping down a mouthful of noodles.