"I have no idea where seven-day-weeks came from, they're weird and don't match with anything else."

"Yes. It's terrible and you should feel ashamed on behalf of your people," deadpans Adarin.

"Does Wikipedia make up for it?"

"Hmmmm. Yes."

"Well then. Since in addition to Wikipedia we also have chocolate, I think I will be proud instead."

Adarin laughs. "Planar nationalism. Is that a thing? Should I invent a new word for it? I kind of want to invent a new word for it."

"Planarity. No, that sounds like I'm just really flat."

"Hmm. Planaralism? Planarism? Those both are kind of a mouthful..."

"Platriotism. Now I'm just being silly."

He snickers and kisses her. "Yes, but it's delightful. Planorianism. Plane, pride, pride in plane.... Plaide? I'm going with plaide."

"Plaide! It's like plaid, but less flannely."

"Pfff okay now I can't use plaide, it's too funny..."

"Plide maybe, keep the other vowel."

"Maybe, but that also sounds quite silly."

"But much less stripey!"

"True. That is a bonus. But I think we can do better, my dear. Planarianism? Planar proud. Ploud?"

"A planarian is a kind of worm," Isabella points out. "Ploud sounds like you're trying to say 'cloud' and screwed up."

He snorts with laughter. "I'm trying. Thinking of new words is hard!"

"I'm sure something will enter the lexicon over time as it becomes a more relevant concept."

"Aha, so you're suggesting that we leave it alone for a while. I'll accept that. We have the time to wait."

"Lots and lots of time."

Nuzzle! "I'll enjoy every minute of it. Unless I'm set on fire or something. Or something horrific happens. You know what, this is just not working out for me, I'll enjoy every minute of it with you, there."

"My presence is not actually a particularly useful ward against fire."

"Darn. Then I'll add the caveat that if I'm set on fire I will probably not enjoy it, even with you there."

"Well, I'll do my best to put you out as soon as possible so you can go back to enjoying yourself, if ever this happens."