" A few seconds later, I heard Katherine’s voice from below. “Kate, you have a gentleman caller.” I rolled my eyes. “How is it that a grandmother from the twenty-fourth century sounds like she’s from a Charles Dickens novel?” Connor shrugged. “Maybe both eras seem like ancient history to her. Could you tell me the difference between what they called a boyfriend in 1620 and in 1820?” This time I gave in to the temptation to stick out my tongue, and Connor surprised me by actually laughing. "