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Pluviophile. It means someone who loves the rain.

Fasciculation. It's just a fancy medical term for muscle twitch.

I kind of like the rain, dude. I like mud! [ Charlie's a big fan of mud and dirt. But they read half a page now and- ]

'm getting tired... can we stop reading?

Yeah, man. Not a problem. We can read as little or as much as you want. You know what the word is for someone who loves the mud?

[ Charlie leans over and whispers. ] Like what dongs do?

[ He knows he shouldn't talk about that in front of ladies... but. Sniggering now. ]

Frog people? Mudketeers?

[ But it's probably another five dollar word. He's getting super sleepy. ]

If you get me a beer I'll read more!

[ Tara resists the urge to roll her eyes. Honestly, she deals with worse on a daily basis. ] Actually, yes.

[ Her brow knits together slightly hearing him sniggering beside her. ]

Hell if I know.

[He smiles, that characteristic twinkle in his eye.]

You don't need beer, man. If you're falling asleep, you need coffee. Beer will just put you under. Then you won't be reading anything.

I got that right? [ Charlie can feel himself grow smarter. Stealing those glasses from the trash was the best thing he ever did, though they're too big and keep sliding down his nose. He grins. ]

Can we do another word, lady?

[ Charlie snorts. ] Probably mudketeers... that's an awesome word.

Aww... coffee's not as good as beer, man! And coffee makes me go all weird.

[ Tara thumbs through the medical terminology book with her left hand, the right sitting up on the table in a light colored brace. ]

I don't see why not.

[ She issues him a quick glance, taking in the glasses that were too big and noting what looked like nacho cheese dried on the bridge of them. ]

You have cheese on your glasses.

Broadening our vocabulary, one term at a time.

Coffee makes me go all weird too. After six or seven cups I'm wired for light and sound. But it does the job.

Yeah, I know! I was super nervous and I started eating two bags of nachos with cheese and at one point I put my whole face in the cheese bowl. [ There's some in his facial hair as well... he smells pretty bad and his stomach hurts a bit. He glances over at the brace on her hand. ]

Did you get in a fight?

Honestly? I made that word up. It's not like, a real word.

[ Charlie rubs his eyes a bit before yawning. ] Dude... I wanna take a nap.

I'll just sleep on the floor or something. [ He knows people other than Frank don't let him sleep on their furnitures. It's mostly because of the smell. ]

[ Thankfully, she hasn't seemed to notice the smell coming from him. She's about to ask why he put his whole face in the cheese bowl, until he brings up her hand. ]

Something like that.

[ Her gaze shifts back to the book, while patiently waiting on him to pick another word. ]

Made up words are the best, man. They're funnier than real words. And when you say mudketeers, I'll know exactly what you mean.

Take the couch.

Imaginary stuff is always the best stuff, right?

[ Charlie, distracted, glances over at the pristine looking couch before crashing down on it. ] This couch is soft...!

[ He ends up rubbing his cheek against the couch for about five to ten minutes. It feels funny when his beard rubs against it.

Charlie's loving 'his' couch. ] You're a nice dude. Most people that good looking are assholes but you're not.

[ Charlie got overwhelmed by his love of cheese, lady! It happens. ] 'm sorry, I get into fights sometimes. I bite people right in the neck though!

[ He may be small but he's not the best guy to pick a fight with. He smiles and points at a random word. ]

What's this say... pirate?

[Jim thinks it's pretty funny, the whole face rubbing thing. But hey, different strokes for different folks.]

I'm totally an asshole. You just caught me on a good day.

[ He rolls onto his back and stretches himself, getting nice and comfy. ]

What's the most asshole thing you ever did?

[ Yes, to toddlers. Both her kids have done that, wasn't often she seen or heard of a grown man doing it. ] And that actually does something?

[ She'd been overpowered and forced into a van. The sliding door slamming closed on her hand when they were chased after and came to a stop. ]

What? That looks nothing like pirate.

[ Though upon closer inspection, somebody has wrote pirate in the medical term book. ]

Well, damn.

[ Charlie's pretty childlike in a lot of ways and has some strange food habits, amongst other things. He grins. ] It sure does, if you really dig your teeth in there!

That's 'pirate'. [ Suddenly, his expression grows sad. ] I bet if I were a pirate, the waitress would like me more. But pirates only exist in the movies.

[God... Where to start? It's amazing people love him at all.]

You don't want to know, Mudketeer.

That bad, huh?

Are you going to like... stab me and eat my thighs or are you more the kind of making fun of people asshole? [ Charlie's not going to be too sad if you laugh at his voice or freckles, it'll remind him of school. ]

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[ Tara could envision that actually, the way teeth dig into flesh and the amount of pressure needed to inflict real pain. ]

Which is not a medical term. [ With a flick of the wrist she turns the page, a sigh passing through her lips noting his suddenly sad expression. ]

What waitress?