colloquial in both space and time, most of it eluding comprehension. Kane stood there holding his card as everyone milled around one another.
Phil said, "Let's see how we liked it, Prof?"
That seemed to have been the general idea—how much everyone liked the music. And each one looked at his card, and they were all comparing cards and exclaiming over them.
Phil was looking at Kane's card, comparing it with his own and with some other cards.
"Well, not bad," Phil was saying, "Is it, gang?"
"Not bad at all!" they chorused.
"What isn't bad?" Kane asked.
"Our taste, man," Laura said. "You'll fit so good."
The odd one, Lucille, raised an eyebrow, with some mockery in it still, at Kane.
"You'll sure belong, Professor. Don't worry," Lucille said. She held up her card. "We liked it."