This morning I had breakfast with one of my sister's .... teammates? Fellow knights? Umm. I am going to go with "SGmates", short for "supergroup mates"
. . .
. . . which sounds really dumb now that I try to say it. Type it. Whatever.
I have had a lot of caffeine and no sleep, and it is definitely affecting the language areas of my brain. This is the longest I have continuously done my primary thinking in English in, oh, two and a half years. Maybe longer.
Maybe that is why I cannot think of the word for who Sir Ram is to my sister, and therefore to me.
Nice young guy. Who knows what a calendar would say, but I think of him as being in his lower mid-twenties. Maybe around 23 or 24? Young enough to still have the shiny but old enough to not be a "youth" any more.
Which. Might be bad thinking. I first met him about a month after Grayson was born. He seemed seventeenish, eighteenish back then. Grayson's nine now
(heh, I almost typed "Pumpkin")
so Ram should seem to be in the latter half of his twenties. Is the problem my experience of being that age? I was in Hell then, and fleeing it, and generally mucked up.
Anyway.
Note to me: come back and edit this way down, once I have had a shower and a minimum five hour nap.
Ram. Breakfast. Right!
So he drifted into the kitchen after everyone else settled down, and kept me company a while as I guarded. He went for the popcorn but I switched that for an apple instead. Didn't want the noise to wake anyone up.
We had a bunch of short conversations. Don't really know each other much, don't really have a platform for connection yet.
Yet.
I dimly remember that he talked, back at the Aquarium thing in two thousand, as if he had a bit of a crush on my delayed twin "Lady Jessica". I honestly have no idea whether he still does.
Was this breakfast a means for him of sounding me out?
As a potential extended family, in-law sort of thing?
Or just as the family of his friend?
Or, you know, from the sensible point of view that I'm going to be a connection in his future and it would be good to know if I can actually conduct a non-creepy conversation?