“I’m excellent at lying badly. It’s an important skill. You should try honing it.”

"I usually prefer lying believably!"

“Noted.”

"He's terrible at that, too. Maybe you'll be a good influence."

“No.”

"Think you're gonna be a terrible influence instead?"

“Well, I am the one who incited all of the fictitious robbery and animal sacrifice.”

"I don't know, seems pretty good to me."

“You have interesting taste.”

"Now you sound like Cooper."

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

They continue bantering, for a while, and they drink, and Jonabeth demonstrates substantial musically competence, and they banter some more -

And then they leave, and drive, and listen and sing and smile, and arrive at Cooper’s place.

It's a bit old, one small story with blue painted wood siding that needs a new coat of paint and a metal roof. But despite its age it's clearly been cared for - the paint's the only thing in need of updating. It looks like work's been done recently on the wrap around porch, and there's a reclaimed porch swing with newish cushions. The trees have been cut back a good bit from the house, leaving plenty of sunshine, and there's a large stack of wood off to one side. A large shed can be seen peaking out from behind the house, and shortly past that the mountain falls away to sweeping views of the valley below.

"Home sweet home," Cooper says. "It's just me here now. Which's pretty good, since it's only a two bedroom."

Time to not make the first innuendo that comes to mind and make everything incredibly awkward.

"I like the landscaping.”

"That's more Mother Nature than me, unfortunately. I'm not that much of a green thumb."

"Mother Nature?"

"Kind of - metaphor? For, like, stuff nature just does on its own. Guess maybe someone somewhen thought nature might be a goddess?"

“I see - do you have a television, assuming that those are a real thing?”

"I'd hope they're real, since I do have one. And it even works."