Nate: "Yikes, so harsh. Your name should be Beatrice, I swear."
Priya: "What?" Where had that come from? Beatrice?
Nate: "Oh. I, erm... Shakespeare? Much Ado About Nothing? 'Pray excuse my daughter, sir. She is in a sort of merry war with Sir Benedick; they never meet, yet there is a skirmish of wit between them'?"
Priya: She felt embarrassed. Priya would never admit it but she was sure that if she was of a paler complexion she'd be bright red. "Right."
Nate: He shrugged again. "I can't help it sometimes. British private school boy? I was practically obligated to study Shakespeare to death. Actually, very truly obligated. Nothing 'practically' about it." He emphasized his point with air quotes.
