Well, whatever. I don't have a degree in mathematics, which is why I didn't try to give any examples out loud.Instead, I said, "Since her natural lang...uage is math-based, she prefers math-based humor. As best I understand it, giving an accurate answer in something other than base ten would be like a practical joke to her. Or sometimes a pun, depending on the situation. It really doesn't translate well to English."Actually, I'm making it sound drier than it actually is. She once expressed. I asked her about it. “Tanya, how are you feeling? Are you sore?”She was tired and responded that her legs hurt. Perfect, I though to myself. “Well maybe this guy next to you would be nice enough to rub your feet for you. What do you think?”. Tanya smiled slightly and made a yummy noise.I motioned to the young man and gave him the nod to proceed, which he did. I’m not sure Tanya could really tell what was going on, as she kinda laid there getting her feet rubbed while she fell asleep. It sounded like she was smiling as she spoke, holding back some laughter even. He let out the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding as he’d waited for her to answer her phone. ‘Blue. John Keeper here.’ He leaned back in his desk chair, the familiar creak giving sound to his relaxation. He also hadn’t realized how stiff he’d kept himself until she had picked up. Really, he needed to stop this… ‘Oh, John! Merry Christmas! I was just thinking about you.’ Oh good lord, there was no stopping. Great. My first meeting went very well even though it wasn’t planned. But, after this meeting, I developed a sense of respect towards her and my heart felt something for her. It told me that it would do anything to please this lady. Well, I didn’t have to wait long for that opportunity.She came back again that evening and asked me to help her get a suitcase down. The suitcase was above the cupboard in the bedroom. I got a chair and slowly pulled the case with my right hand supporting the weight.