“Yeah, I don’t get that,” She said, staring up at the sky.
“Get what?” I asked, resisting the urge to tell her ‘understand’ was a better word to use than ‘get.’
“Why it’s a belt. It’s just three stars in a row, why not just call it a stick?” she asked skeptically.
I stared at her for a moment in complete shock, she stared back, still uncomprehending, “It’s called a belt,” I said slowly, “Because it’s part of a larger constellation: Orion. It’s the belt of Orion, hence, Orion’s Belt.”
“Oh,” She blinked looking back up at the sky, “Orion is a dude?”
A dude?
“Yes, Orion is a guy,” I said out loud.
“Cool,” she replied, staring up again.
I sighed, “How did you manage to not know that over all these years?”
She frowned at me, “I dunno. Do a lot of people know?”
“Yes.”
She shrugged, “I guess I’m stupid then.”
I sighed, “No you aren’t.”
“Yes I am,” she growled.
“If you were stupid, you would have said yes to Cooper back there. But you didn’t, which makes you smart,” I reasoned.