4:30 PM PST
'Mom! Dad!' called out Emmett, as he walked into the house. 'I'm home!'
'Are you going out to the drive-in theatre with Nancy tonight, honey?' asked Mrs. Brown.
'Yeah, I am,' replied Emmett, smiling. 'By the way, Mom, I have a new friend. His name is Michael Lewis. He's such a nice boy.'
'It's nice to meet you, Michael,' Mrs. Brown said, smiling. 'So, where did you come from?'
'I came here from San Francisco,' explained Marty. 'I'm just in town, visiting some relatives.'
'Aww, that sounds lovely,' gushed Mrs. Brown. 'By the way, try to stay out of my husband's way, tonight. He's had a bad day at work, and he's in a bit of a grumpy mood right now. Also, I've made some rhubarb pie, if you kids would like some.'
'That would be great, Mrs. Brown,' replied Marty. 'Thank you.'
'Yeah, Aunt Sarah,' added Karen, 'you're a great cook. You make very delicious pies.'
'Thank you, Aunt Sarah,' added Leanne. 'I lover your pies, too.'
'Whoa, wait a minute,' gasped Marty. 'You're all cousins?'
'That's right,' Leanne said, nodding. 'From all sides of the family. We happen to be the same age and live in the same town, so that's how we became good friends.'
'Wow!' gushed Marty. 'That sounds really awesome!'
'Uh, awesome?' Karen asked, confused. 'Awesome in what way? In what way does our relationship inspire awe?'
'Oh, uh, well,' stammered Marty, 'I'm pretty awed by it. I mean, you don't see something like that happen everyday, you know?'
'Well, we've always thought it was amazing,' Leanne offered, 'but I never thought of it as awe-inspiring.'
Marty was blushing. He figured he needed to watch his slang more, when he was in the past. After all, it's not the first time his usage of modern slang had led to odd looks in the past. He remembered how Seamus and Maggie were baffled by his usage of the phrase 'far out' back in 1885.
'Well, uh, anyway,' stammered Marty. 'What shall we do? I mean, what do you guys do for fun?'
'Well, we could play cards,' suggested Emmett. 'Do you know how to play Crazy Eights?'
'Uh, yeah,' replied Marty, 'that I know how to play.'
'So, Michael,' asked Emmett, 'I'm just wondering, do you have any talents? I like to work on inventions - but, unfortunately, most of them fail on me.'
'Well, yeah, actually,' replied Marty, 'I like to play the guitar and sing.'
'Oh, yeah, my mom has a guitar, too,' replied Emmett. 'Maybe, later on tonight, you can play some songs for us. So I gather you love music?'
'Oh, yeah, I'm a huge music lover!' gushed Marty.
'What kind of music do you like?' asked Leanne.
'Well, uh...' Marty stammered. He couldn't exactly tell them that he liked rock and roll - as that style of music didn't exist, yet. Fortunately, he had thought to bring his headset and some cassettes back with him - so that he could listen to some rock and roll in the DeLorean. He figured that jazz was about the closest thing that had to rock and roll in the '30s. 'I guess I like jazz the best.'
'Who are some of your favourite jazz musicians?' asked Karen.
'Well, uh, I like...' Marty had scrambled to think of some jazz musicians he heard of. Frank Sinatra? No, that wasn't until the 1940s. No musicians came to mind. Truth to be told, Marty had listened almost exclusively to rock and roll - and its softer varient, pop. 'I guess I don't really have any favourite musicians. I like them all.'
'So, do you like baseball, any?' asked Leanne. 'Sometimes, we like to the baseball stadium and watch.'
'I go more for the atmosphere and the snacks,' Karen said, laughing, 'rather then for the game itself. It's nice to go out and do things, you know?'
'Yeah, uh, right,' replied Marty. 'Well, to be honest, I'm not really that much into sports. I guess it is kinda rare for a male to not be into sports - but I just never really understood it. I guess music is more passion. Music allows for more creativity, than sports do. Also, listening to music is one of the very things that you can effortlessly multi-task to. I mean, you can listen to music while you eat, exercise, or do work around the house.'
'Wow!' gasped Leanne. 'I never really looked at it that way before. So how many records do you own?'
Marty thought for a moment. He must have over a thousand cassettes, along with a few LP vinyls. He figured that people back in the '30s would not be able to afford to buy that many records, coupled with the fact that there wasn't as much recorded music back then. 'I have quite a few, I guess,' Marty said, somewhat vaguely.
'So you're not sure how much, exactly?' asked Karen. 'Well, would like some more rhubarb pie? It's really good stuff, isn't it?'
'Oh, yes, please,' replied Marty. 'I haven't really had too much rhubarb pie in my life, It's definitely great stuff, though. I certainly don't like eating raw rhubarb, though. That stuff tastes pretty sour, you know?'
'I dunno,' Leanne said, shrugging, 'I kinda like sour, some of the time.'
'Well, I like dill pickles,' Marty said, 'especially the kosher kind. I like eating grapefruit, too - but I need sugar on it. I guess I have more of a sweet tooth.'
'You know,' Leanne said, quietly, 'eating too much sugar isn't good for your teeth. It can give you cavities, you know?'
'Yeah, well, I always brush my teeth,' Marty said, 'and I floss them, too. I tend to have this problem when it comes to eating sweet versus savoury. After I have the sweet taste in my mouth, then I want to eat something savoury - and vice versa. You ever have that problem?'
'Yeah, I guess I do, some of the time,' replied Emmett. 'Overall, though, I would have to say that I prefer savoury. I don't really like frosting on my cake, for instance. I think cake frosting can be a little too sweet, you know?'
'I loved cake frosting, when I was a kid,' said Karen. 'Almost all kids I know love cake frosting. As of late, though, it can be a little too sweet for my liking. It's funny how tastes can change like that, eh? I don't even like chocolate bars all that much, these days.'
'Oh, really?' gaped Marty. 'I love chocolate bars, especially Hershey's.'
'Yeah, Hershey's is nice,' replied Emmett. 'So, anyway, shall we play Crazy Eights, now?'
Marty and the others all nodded.