Boyfriend grabs a video game case and opens the instruction manual, eyes filled with anticipatory glee.
He unfolds a sepia-toned map that looks like it was blotted with damp tea bags prior to lamination.
“Behold,” he proclaims triumphantly, “the Province of Cyrodiil!!!”
“Do you want to frame it?” I ask jokingly, warily.
“What?” he says quizzically, “No! This is purely used for reference – not decoration.”
“You’re right. It’s definitely not meant for decoration.”
He happily pins the map over his desk, next to the advertisement of a chimpanzee drinking alcohol from a glass bottle. I wince.
