"sell! buy! sell! er - get me twelve espressos!" etc.
Extract 2
“That’s what she said.”
Gwaine smiled into his pint and Elyan raised his eyebrows, but Leon merely sighed and prepared himself to explain yet another colloquialism to Geraint. At least he knew this one; he wouldn’t have to bring up urban dictionary on his blackberry and hide it under the table this time.
“Geraint,” he began heavily. “That’s not how you say it. You say ‘That’s what she said’ to make a joke using sexual innuendo, not when someone asks for a drink.”
Geraint waved him off with an airy hand getting to his feet and heading off to the bar. “Whatever.” And the intonations of that particular phrase he had perfectly.
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Gwaine eyed the beer put down in front of him with suspicion. “Look at the head on that,” he complained.
Geraint looked up quickly, an expression of pure glee spreading over his face. He held up both hands to command the attention of the others at the table and said, carefully, “That’s what she said.”
Elyan let out a bark of laughter and clapped him on the shoulder. “Yes mate.” He congratulated.
Leon and Gwaine exchanged looks, the older man despairing and the other giving a reluctant smile.