Conversation with the Monk:
monk: why are you wearing fake turquoise?
Me: you gave it to me, didn’t you?
Monk: I don’t give fake.
Me: well then…I like the color.
Monk: you’re not supposed to say that, you’re supposed to tell me it’s real and then say here I’ll prove it by smashing it what do you want to bet, we’ll bet for lunch,
Or something. You don’t know how to play.
He’s already won a bet for lunch over the definition of esoteric. Work me lord.