[ It's more complications in the opposite direction than troublesome; Harold and John being forced to pick a word for their relationship makes them both exceedingly awkward. Normally they just duck the question entirely. ]
All of the food trucks? [ he repeats in mild alarm, scanning her visually to validate her assurance that she's okay. She does seem uninjured... so he lets it drop. ]
Ah, that would be pi. The ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter. Though I hope you have some notion of what pi is, or I'll have to question your math teachers.
[ This is Harold's version of humor: dry, a little sharp. ]
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All of the food trucks? [ he repeats in mild alarm, scanning her visually to validate her assurance that she's okay. She does seem uninjured... so he lets it drop. ]
Ah, that would be pi. The ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter. Though I hope you have some notion of what pi is, or I'll have to question your math teachers.
[ This is Harold's version of humor: dry, a little sharp. ]