"Don't take it personally; it's the rule more than the exception. I'm not really assuming you're great, I'm just assuming you're not exceptionally shittier than anyone else."
Huh. Hickey likes that laugh. He gives Quentin a grin before continuing the conversation.
"Anyway, I'm still interested in maths, but I suppose I'd better work up to it a bit." He'll give Quentin that much. He knows he's not going to be some maths genius overnight. "Do you have any books that are a bit more beginner level?"
Hickey nods. 'Kind of a lot of time' seems like an understatement. "I've already learned that I need to find a hobby. Practicing maths might as well be it."
It's obvious from Hickey's blank stare that he doesn't know much about the ways of 'conventionally fun.' He gives Quentin a blank frown before hiding it behind a grin.
"I'll take up reading as well. We had a lot of men who enjoyed that sort of thing back on the ships. Maybe they were onto something."
"It's a long hundred and sixtyish years. The world goes through several terrible, devastating wars. People begin to change how they think about hatred and judgement- that part's pretty cool. We lose some good stuff- forests, traditions- but we get some good new stuff."
"Several terrible, devastating wars seems like a given," Hickey sasses. He's too young for some of the worst of it, but he knows about Napoleon. He knows that if this weren't peacetime, the Admiralty would probably be shoving sailors off to fight in distant lands instead of explore them.
"I'll trust your judgement on what the good new stuff is."
"I'll take your word on that," Hickey laughs. After all, it's not like he knows what an Earthsea is. So he'll follow Quentin wherever the man leads them.
He takes him into the fantasy section- fantasy written on Earth in his era, and then finds the slim volume, A Wizard of Earthsea, which he presents to him ceremoniously.
"It's fantasy- not a real world. But it was written about twenty years before I was born."
Hickey idly flips through the book. Honestly, he's not sure if he's going to like this. But he definitely knows that he's at least going to read enough that he can bullshit if Quentin asks him about this later.
Because while Hickey might not like the book, he definitely likes the idea of winning one of the wardens to his side.
"I'll give you a heads-up once I've finished the book," he says, with a little nod. "Thanks."
"Enjoy," says Quentin, with a helpless little smile, "I mean- if it turns out to be your kind of thing. I think it's a beautiful book, but I know my tastes aren't everyone's cup of tea."
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"Mate, you've got a lot of faith for someone you've only recently."
He knows the memory of Harry Goodsir looms large in these men. Friendships, maybe, but Hickey sincerely doubts anything more than that would happen.
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He says, hopefully encouragingly.
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He says, giving in to the impulse to laugh.
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"Anyway, I'm still interested in maths, but I suppose I'd better work up to it a bit." He'll give Quentin that much. He knows he's not going to be some maths genius overnight. "Do you have any books that are a bit more beginner level?"
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"Learning stuff like this is a great way to fill time here- there can be kind of a lot of time."
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Quentin loves math, but even can see Hickey may not have stumbled on the path to happiness here.
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"I'll take up reading as well. We had a lot of men who enjoyed that sort of thing back on the ships. Maybe they were onto something."
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Both, either, he's just openly animated about books.
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He's got it probably to a century or so.
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At least, he thinks it's 1848. It's 1848 now.
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Is Quentin's measured verdict on the future.
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"I'll trust your judgement on what the good new stuff is."
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Says Quentin, sensibly;
"I always just end up regressing towards the mean that is Earthsea, but it's never steered me wrong. Come on- I know where they shelve LeGuin."
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"It's fantasy- not a real world. But it was written about twenty years before I was born."
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Because while Hickey might not like the book, he definitely likes the idea of winning one of the wardens to his side.
"I'll give you a heads-up once I've finished the book," he says, with a little nod. "Thanks."
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