My mom: So, what have you been reading today? It looks like you’ve been reading a lot on your Kindle.
Me: Oh, lots of different things.
Mom: …and I don’t know what you’re reading because I ask and you just say “lots of things”!
Me: Well, I was reading lots of things! The last thing I read before dinner was Game of Thrones [A Feast for Crows].
Mom: How’s Game of Thrones?
Me: (reading A Feast for Crows) Fine.
Mom: …and you’ve been reading Game of Thrones all morning…
Me: (reading poetry) Yep.
Mom: Have fun reading Game of Thrones!
Me: (reading Nora Roberts) Uh-huh.
Mom: Sorry, it’s probably hard to read Game of Thrones while we’re talking.
Me: (reading Outlander) Not a problem.
(Talk about new cars for my dad turns to Branagh!Wallander’s car, which my dad covets.)
Mom: I just don’t understand how you can watch that show. Every time I’ve walked through while you’re watching it, everyone just looks so sad.
Dad: (gesturing emphatically) But Loki’s in it!
Thank you, Outlander, for probably being the reason I dreamed about a kilt-wearing Chris Pratt.