One; it should be a relief Peter looks nothing like Cameron, but to be fair Freddy hasn't been here long enough to know exactly how much of a relief that is. Two; Peter doesn't even know Nurse Francine. Of course this is all beside his own point which is not necessarily to check on anything apart from the particular reason for the ringing. Glancing over at the monitor, his own expression makes the shift from inquiring to wry.
"Could be one channel fits all," he says but he isn't serious, as evidenced by him walking over to flip the dial to something else, first landing on...something in Spanish. Okay maybe not. He tries again. Cooking network? Somehow, he thinks not. Golden Girls---no comment. One of many cartoons that looks like the badly computer animated creatures are made of the playdough most kids think they can eat.
Uh. Hm. Three's Company reruns starting to look decent...ish.
This time when he changes channels he pauses on something he knows people are allowed to like unabashedly in their youth but maybe only questionably around his own age and older. He doesn't know what show, but it clearly has a sci-fi foundation and comic-book whimsy. Volume low enough to allow for any conversation, he arches a brow and then shrugs.
"Preference?" he asks even as he looks around for the ever elusive remote that should have come with this thing. Questions like how did it happen and where are you from feel somehow equally intrusive to someone so close to the event in time and its happening at all, so he doesn't ask them. Not now, anyway.
this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after
"Could be one channel fits all," he says but he isn't serious, as evidenced by him walking over to flip the dial to something else, first landing on...something in Spanish. Okay maybe not. He tries again. Cooking network? Somehow, he thinks not. Golden Girls---no comment. One of many cartoons that looks like the badly computer animated creatures are made of the playdough most kids think they can eat.
Uh. Hm. Three's Company reruns starting to look decent...ish.
This time when he changes channels he pauses on something he knows people are allowed to like unabashedly in their youth but maybe only questionably around his own age and older. He doesn't know what show, but it clearly has a sci-fi foundation and comic-book whimsy. Volume low enough to allow for any conversation, he arches a brow and then shrugs.
"Preference?" he asks even as he looks around for the ever elusive remote that should have come with this thing. Questions like how did it happen and where are you from feel somehow equally intrusive to someone so close to the event in time and its happening at all, so he doesn't ask them. Not now, anyway.