( Her smile is wicked, the light in her eyes dancing with amusement. It helps that he has a frame of reference to go with, that he knows them too. It's also definitely doing her some good to think of fonder times and not the horror that was the Framework. She doesn't think she'll be ready to process that any time soon. )

The trick is to make them sound familiar. Like they should be words. And to come armed with a definition or two. Then they lose their heads because they think there's something they don't know. It gives me enough time to get a drink.

( Speaking of, she takes a sip of the one she has. )

It used to be so much worse. Coulson's banned us from gadgets at the table.