[ selfie. ]
“I like those miniature portraits of us that you take with your talking phone.”
“They’re called selfies.”
“Selfies. Why the blazes are they called that?”
“Because it’s a picture of yourSELF, I guess.”
“This realm is bloody ridiculous with all its little machines. I’m still trying to figure out what the hell those me-me jokes are that Henry was talking about yesterday.”
“The what jokes?”
“The me-me jokes.”
[…]
“OH MEME.”
“Whatever, I’ve no clue about this nonsense.”
“You’re such a grandpa.”
“Just take the bloody portrait, Swan.”
“As you wish.”