Freya smiled at Morgan's question about the language, "Well, see, he is Glaswegian. Glasgow and that area around it has a very specific accent, even in Scotland. Everyone there sounds angry all the time and more than a little too loud, but mostly its just the, how you put it, tone?" she frowned, that didn't quite sound right but it would do, "That's just how people talk around there. Anyway, there used to be this show on BBC2 when I was growing up called 'Rab C Nesbit', which was set in" she affected the accent, "Glasge." back to normal Freya, likely she had just translated Glasgow into Glaswegian, but who could tell? "I had to watch it with subtitles at first, but it was funny and worth it. It was like a secret shame thing. Especially given the amount of swearing that would crop up in it." A wry smile, they were across the road and heading back onto campus. "So that's how I learned to speak to the denizens of deepest Glasgow." Her face lit up all of a sudden, she stopped and turned to Morgan, "Oh, and don't worry about the money, okay? Don't even think about trying to pay me back."<br/><br/>The arrived to see their RA playing tonsil hockey with some random guy, there was the hint of a sickly sweet smell in the air which Freya recognised as being representative of the woman's soft drug habit.<br/><br/>She was briefly tempted to make a comment such as the old favourite, 'come on try harder, you could fit your whole head in there.' yet the bags she was carrying were seemingly all the heavier the further she carried them. She followed the balance of her room's occupants into the residential block and then on into the room.<br/><br/>Setting the bags down, Freya set to waving her arms about and clenching and unclenching her hands. "Boozes be heavy." She stated with a smile before heading to the fridge and taking out the empty brita filter jug. "Time for teletubbies!" She exclaimed before setting to draining half of one of the cheaper than cheap vodka bottles into the plastic hopper at the top of the jug before setting the thing to one side.<br/><br/>"Music or not music? Because if its music I have music." Freya waggled eyebrows.