[ Hey, he isn’t due for more globetrotting adventures for another fifty years or so!! ]

Well, I—I mean to say that— [ Ah, thank you Vietnam. His gaze zeroes in on the buffalo horns and feels doubly confused, like he’s getting an overload of cultural markers and can’t quite pinpoint on which one he should focus on.

Hey, he’s street-smart, not book-smart. So here he can’t help but laugh a little, hoping to go for a bit of charming cluelessness instead of risking an offense by pretending to know what he’s talking about. ]

Got me, Babe. I’m no art critic, but even I can tell it’s some pretty fancy stuff. Is it an heirloom?