"I just don't want her to get the wrong idea," Arthur clarified, accepting the apology. He only shrugs at the implied questioning of his made up word.

"I'm an engineer, not an etymologist. Anything could be called anything on some other world." Or in different parts of the same world. English and German, for example - the two languages he knows - have some overlap but plenty of very different words for the same thing.

"But ah, yes, no, not theatre. Though I'm sure she would conquer the stage with ease if she was ever turned to acting. No, pig shows. Ah...every year, Shropshire holds a Fattest Pig Show. The fattest, most impressive porcine specimens are shown off and a judge picks the winner. The Empress has a winning steak of three years."

In the interest of not confusing matters even further, he simply doesn't bother to mention this is all fictional and from a series of books. Shropshire, after all, is a real place and fat pig competitions did happen. At least in his youth. The local news hour usually had a few minutes on that and the wooliest sheep and all of those village livestock competitions.