Having successfully talked to every girl on his floor, Jack packed up his beach chair and went inside. Shawn was by the computer with a stack of books.

"Whatcha working on?"

"A story about a high school kid who starts taking college classes to meet girls."

"Ah."

"Wacky hijinks ensue. Hey, does Eric know his copy of Nietzsche is in German?"

At that point Eric walked back out, having just refreshed his makeup.

"Hey, Eric," Jack called, "wussten Sie, dass dies die ursprüngliche deutsche Version war?"

"Die goopty hoop now?" Eric looked over to Shawn, who held up a copy of the book.

"Is that my textbook?"

Shawn threw the book towards him. "Ja, du hättest vielleicht gewollt, dass du die Übersetzung bestellt hast, bevor du dafür bezahlt hast."

"Huh?"

"Check the language before you pay for something."

"When did you guys learn Swedish?"

"When my step-dad bought a Volvo," Jack said, "what does that have to do with anything?"

"Everybody in the Hunter family is a language savant," Shawn explained to Eric, "Dad had this waitress convinced he was a CIA agent for a couple of years."

Jack grimaced. "That came from your Dad?"

"Yeah, speaking of Dad," Shawn walked over to Eric, "You'll be a lot better off if you tell them you have to get to the hospital because your wife's in labor. You just have to detour to a hospital and then go inside for a few minutes."

"It's not a traffic ticket," Jack explained, "he's rushing a fraternity."

"Huh, good luck with that."

"Thanks." Eric turned around and stumbled out of the apartment.

"Hey, if you don't want your hosiery to bunch up you've gotta…" Shawn realized that Eric wasn't listening. "Suit yourself."

"Hosiery?" Jack asked skeptically.

"Cory."

"Ah. Speaking of Cory, how's you guys' work-study thing going?"

Shawn began pulling cash out of his wallet, "I got promoted, and they're actually paying me."

"Hey, that's great. What's your new job?"

"I'm a demographic consultant."

"What's that?"

"Basically they run their stuff by me to see if it appeals to teenagers."

"Does it?"

Shawn made a face "These people have noooo idea what the hell they're doing. Everything is kooky misspellings and backwards baseball caps."

"Sounds bad."

"I keep thinking someone's gonna jump out and tell me to say no to drugs. Anyway, this covers my share of the rent, right?"

"You don't need to worry about that, go out and buy yourself something fun."

"Already did, see this shirt?"

"Yeah."

"The Gap."

"Look at you, big spender." Jack threw the money back at him. "Stick this in your college fund."

Shawn smiled. "Thanks."