Herc folded his leg over the other as he placed them on the desk top, leaning in his chair. That was when Douglas started laughing.
"What is it Douglas?" Herc asked impatiently.
"Nothing, nothing," Douglas chuckled.
"Oh! Herc! They're brilliant!" Arthur beamed.
"What is brilliant, Arthur?" Herc asked, softening at the steward.
"You're odd socks!" Arthur beamed and whatever composure Douglas had gained, he quickly lost.
"Thank you Arthur; I see someone has taste," Herc smiled. Douglas looked like he'd faint if he laughed like that for much longer.
"You-you mean -" More laughing from Douglas, "You chose them like that!"
"Yes..." Herc raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, dude; just chill!" Douglas guffawed.
"Shut up, Douglas," He huffed. Odd socks were awesome!
