“There’s this thing called gps? It’s in your phone. And they have compasses, too,” she teased, getting a couple of glasses out of a cupboard. “What do you want?” Helios put both paws on Isaac’s knees and started marking his nose. “Ohoh, you’re being has’d.”
“I can’t really…um…afford a new phone right now.” He murmured sheepishly before he fell silent, watching Helios’ antics with some confusion, a frown tugging at his mouth. “I’m being what?”
“It’s a derivation of the lolcat memes — ‘I can has cheeseburger?’ — so Helios has you. You are in his possession.” She poured both glasses full of lemonade, added some ice, then brought them over to him. “Even a cheap smartphone would have gps.”