'So, what did you do this morning?'
'Debated the futility of life, looked inside myself and found nothing, thought far to much about far to little.'
'...Why do you do this?'
'Whenever I try to start a proper conversation you always go philosophical on me. Never once have we a had a human, normal decent talk.'
'...I didn't know you felt like that.'
'Well, I do.'
'Do you want to try again?'
'Yes. Ok. Right. What did you do this morning?'
'Nothing much. You?'
'It's nice to talk.'