"How old are you, anyway?" she asks, starting at a sedate stroll into the Davlian town to see if she can identify some kind of bank.

"Oh I've moved beyond that sort of thing."

"How old were you when you did that?"

"16? 17? Hm, 18 billion at the oldest - I was something of a late bloomer embarrassing as it to admit."

"Well, at least you didn't find yourself hurried by circumstance."

"The big bang did make everything seem more urgent but my younger self wasn't really mature enough to notice this was the case."

"What was it like around here before then?" She picks a likely building but finds it not open to the public when she tries the door and moves on.

"Dark, a bit humid."

"I used to play hide and seek there with an old friend," he adds wistfully.

"...no longer in touch?"

"Not for some time, no."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I imagine it must happen a fair amount over enough billions of years though."

"Not especially?"

"No?"

"I imagine it might for mortals but we Q are beyond such things."

"Oh, well, if you normally only make friends within the species that would certainly help."

"Well, they did start to seem rather dull after long enough. No panache, no sense of adventure, no originally in the lot of them. Except me of course."

"The appetite for adventure provoking the linguistic, uh, shuffling, on the planet you mentioned?"

"Well they were awfully rude. Or I was. I can't really remember who started it."

"You had a social interaction with the whole planet, did you?"

"At the time I certainly though so but looking back on it I think I may have been mistaken."

"Have they recovered from this mischance?"

"Oh yes I got around to fixing it once I realized how inconsiderate I'd been."

"Oh, good! How long did that take?"

"A year or two? Really I just needed to calm down."

"Have you considered working on techniques to calm down faster?"