Both of her eyebrows shot up, practically to her hairline. She was certainly learning a lot about her new friend. And not at all what she expected.

"I mean," she said politely, once he'd finished, "what year was it before you arrived here? Not what year is it here? It does seem to be...to use your term...distorted."

The stars, she could understand. Dating a place by the kitchen left her at a loss.

Then again, she'd never owned a kitchen.