They watched a vid screen with the gentle roar of a football game coming from it. Well, American football as Stuart had very clearly pointed out. Taylor was attempting to teach Stuart the finer points of his favorite sport, best in the universe as far as Taylor was concerned.Taylor took another sip of his beer and sighed. Stuart wasn't entirely sure if the contentment came from the game, the beer, or the company."It's all a bit like rugby.” Stuart set his glass gently on the table. “With more pads. Why exactly do you call it football?""'Cause you kick the ball every once and a while.” Taylor frowned over at him. Being called on something he didn't know the answer to showed. Then again, most of Taylor's opinions showed easily, so unlike Stuart himself.Stuart shot a sideways glance at Taylor. “We should be glad you yanks haven't graced our language with many more horrible misnomers.” He hoped the comment would lighten the mood."Bit harsh.” Taylor gave a smile despite his scolding tone.
