“Oh, hey, Jack!” Bitty’s sitting on the couch, carefully protected from the stained upholstery by a meticulously arranged pink-and-white quilt. “Ransom and Holster are teaching me about the history of the NHL.”
“He didn’t know what a Gordie Howe hat trick was.” Holster spreads his hands. “How this kid made an NCAA team...”
“By playing hockey,” Bitty grumps cheerfully.
Ransom shakes his head in despair. “We had to educate him right from the top.”
“So.” Jack folds his arms. “Instead of working on skills that might actually make you useful to our team right now, you’re dwelling on irrelevant things that happened a century ago..."
Bitty’s happy eyebrows start to wilt.
“...and you didn’t invite the history major?”