Sorry, Magnus signs, and says it as he signs it. Then he blinks. "There's a sexting hour? And it's noon?"
He realizes, as he says it, that of course it's not a sexting hour. Probably the only person with a smartphone-style device back then was Heimdall, and Magnus shudders to think about -- that.
"Never mind," he says, wrinkling his nose. "I wasn't thinking. Um, sexting is a thing in my time where -- okay, so, texting is when you send instantaneous written messages to someone using devices like... kind of, vaguely, like SecUnit's? And sexting is... That, but specifically... well."
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He realizes, as he says it, that of course it's not a sexting hour. Probably the only person with a smartphone-style device back then was Heimdall, and Magnus shudders to think about -- that.
"Never mind," he says, wrinkling his nose. "I wasn't thinking. Um, sexting is a thing in my time where -- okay, so, texting is when you send instantaneous written messages to someone using devices like... kind of, vaguely, like SecUnit's? And sexting is... That, but specifically... well."