Well she sure had a strong reaction to what barely passed as an innuendo. Really made one think. Hugh couldn't come up with many explanations, but by far his favourite was that she'd been having dreams about him. It would most certainly help in the coming weeks. After all, even if he had not mentioned it, he was forcibly enrolled to HSE 401. And October was coming up. So that was a whole bunch of things that she'd eventually come to know, but what would probably be a wee bit too early at this stage since she hadn't even decided if she was actually staying here at S. Atir's. Bookstore was self explanatory though, and Hugh would give it but a couple nods. "Not too far off the beaten path, surprisingly", he added. What was the surprise there? Well, that would be how Hugh often found anywhere he had to be was out of the way.<br/><br/>Her suggestion that calling the two Lawrence and Lawrence would be confusing was met with a shrug from Hugh. "You get used to it. I think they get some humour out of it. Never seen them not both turn and say 'Yes?' simultaneously when you just call for Lawrence. And if I had to specify without pointing, I could just use their surnames. But more often than not context is enough. You don't hear much about Paluat, the smaller, going to the gym, or Rowburg, the bigger, TA-ing in classes for instance. You can try calling them something else, but I can't promise it'll take", he gave her his honest opinion. Besides, it was actually more likely that she'd get Eyestalks McGee to agree to a nickname more easily than the horse-ass. Not that he'd bother her with it since they were already pretty close to just coming face to face with the two and letting her try her suggestion out.<br/><br/>As her greeting to the centaur rang out, the smaller Lawrence couldn't help but turn many of his eyes towards the bulkier man, following the expression that flashed on his face. One of surprise, more than anything else. So she had not asked him about that prior? But Lawrence did give her a little wave back, even if he didn't vocalise the greeting itself. For the one she had had difficulty deciding a moniker for, that Lawrence actually replied with words. "Good morning to you too", he spoke at a volume that was perhaps a little low, the fingers of his right hand scratching the back of his left. The bigger one opened his mouth to say something, but before he had the chance Lori was already giving an apology about the last day to his friend and he'd snap his mouth shut, close his eyes for a quick nod and raise one finger for a second, showing that he was filing whatever he had had to say for later. She could go first. And so Lori did, ending up with a visibly less flustered Lawrence before her, one whose many eyes were slowly turning more and more into her direction, soon very few looking around with constant vigilance at all. "I'm sorry to have been such a scare", he apologised meekly, not really knowing how to show that he wasn't entirely happy with his behaviour either despite his good intentions without it sounding like he was sorry for existing. He doubted he really got it across.<br/><br/>The suggestion for breakfast though, the deep bass of the centaur rang in with his confirmation. "If you want to be paying I'm not turning that offer down", he rumbled happily, already taking a few steps. "But only if you don't call me Larry. I don't have no Leisure Suit", he proceeded to add a comment witch a suppressed chuckle, though Hugh would let out a more proper one for him. He hadn't guessed Lawrence would pull that reference, but it was one of the more finely tuned ways of saying that he didn't like the nickname that she had thought for him. He'd not liked a single one that he'd got, whereas the other Lawrence might soon catch on and offer to adopt one for simplicity if Lori wanted one. For the reasons  he had needed help to not exit stage left just now.