"Oh, no, I couldn't see Hamilton," Lana said. "I'd just have a reaction." "Yeah, I hear it's pretty intense," said Caleb.

"Not that. I'm allergic to French. Couldn't even go near that other French musical."

"Les—"

"Don't say it!"

"You can't really be allergic to a language."

"Tell that to the hives that break out whenever I hear it."

"I mean, it's just impossible. There's nothing to trigger a histamine response."

"Don't know what to tell you." Lana shrugged.

"It's gotta be psychosomatic. Have you seen a therapist?"

"Who sees a therapist over allergies?"

"People with fake allergies?" Caleb got a nasty look for that. "Okay, what about all the French cognates in English?"

"No effect. I figure I've built up immunity."

"That's not... wait. Have you ever tried taking anti-histamines then listening to French?"

"No?"

"I'm sure it'll work." He handed her a couple from his supply. "Fifteen minutes, and we'll test you on some French."

"I thought you didn't believe I was allergic." She looked suspicious.

"Hey, either I'm wrong and this helps, or I'm right and this does nothing." She rolled her eyes but took the pills. Fifteen minutes later he interrupted her with "excusez-moi."

She sneezed.