That cracks him right up. The laughter's broad and unrestrained, thank you bubbly, and Ford can't tell if he slapped the piano in his mirth or if he's using it to hold himself up. It's both.
"You're a polygon made of terrible lines!" Ford gasps through the laughing fit's aftershocks.
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Date: 2019-07-24 04:55 am (UTC)"You're a polygon made of terrible lines!" Ford gasps through the laughing fit's aftershocks.
He loves geometry, okay.