Katie idly scrolls through her phone as she sits at the bus stop. Hunger gnaws at her stomach. She internally debates whether to shell out for takeout or save money and heat up something from the freezer. Her bones feel like they're made of lead. She wants to lay down, but knows the bus will just arrive as soon as she does.
"I will do my best to become as soft and cuddly as possible in order to incentivize you."
"Fair point. 'Soup dumpling' just brings to mind me exploding and liquid squirting out of my insides though."
"Well, that could probably also be arranged, though it's not to my usual taste." Bite bite.
"Any favorites?" She's dreading having to share hers and inevitably be judged for it but she's already locked into this line of conversation.
"I like books more as - points on a graph showing all the thoughts people are having. Somebody, somewhere, sometime, thought it would be a laugh to write thus and such a book. It might be more or less fun to look into it but it's not the kind of thing I have favorites about."
"You are one fascinating human being." The detached attitude is a little concerning compatibility-wise but it sure is a unique perspective.
"However, my standard answer for when I don't want to have an extended conversation about it is 'War and Peace'."
"Because you actually like it, or because it gets people to stop asking questions?"
"I like it enough that if I roll the dice and get somebody who actually wants to talk about War and Peace I don't have to shank him to make them stop."