"The words? None," he said cheerfully, flashing her a charming smile. "But in my defense, I don't understand half of the words that come out of you peoples' mouths."

Future people, he thought, used some very strange words.

"But I understand the sentiment. I wish some people would show up from home. I'd guess most people feel that way. No one really likes to be alone, not even people who pretend to enjoy it."

He managed a sympathetic smile, or at least he hoped it looked that way. He wasn't used to the expression.

"You could explain the terms to me, though. What's a speakeasy or jim joint?"