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“Yes, Hamlet is Shakespeare. We’re reading Measure for Measure, though. ‘The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope,’” she quoted dejectedly, dropping her shoulder to let her bag slide to the floor. Immediately she put out her arms to hug into Tony’s chest. “I hate this.”
“That sounds super boring.” Tony chuckled as Summer hugged him. “You should have done something science related. Way cooler. There’s like explosions and stuff.”
“Men fighting with swords in the street? Women with sharp tongues and sharper minds? You’ve no taste. Shakespeare is exciting enough. Anyway math is hard.”
“Explosions and building cool shit. Science wins,” Tony teased.
“That wouldn’t save me from just-earning-my-mrs types,” Summer sighed. She plopped onto the couch and covered her face with her hands. “Besides, without people like me where would y’all get your ideas /from/?”
“Fair enough. The scientific community does need the scientifically inept, like you, to buy our tacky over priced inventions or else we’d be out of the job.” He chuckled, walking into the kitchen. “Tea?”
“Yeah, sure. Scientifically inept? You guys just disguise all the elegant concepts in rough-edged mathematics so you can lord it over people like me, who conceive of the concepts!” It came out half-obscured by her hands.