"No skin off my nose," said Brigid, sitting in the recliner with the ruins of the Sunday paper splattered around her feet. "Go right ahead."
"Well, that's the thing," said Greg. "You can't just spontaneously be witty and insightful; it needs prompting."
"Ah," said Brigid.
A minute later, time continued to pass.
"No suggestions, eh?" said Greg.
A bit more time got bored and passed.
"I suppose," said Brigid, "you could be insightful and witty about lazing around the house."
Greg pondered this for a moment, then said, "I suppose I could, but what's the point? It's like writing a haiku about doorknobs."
"There you go, wit and insight. Mission accomplished."
"Huh," said Greg. "I suppose so. But I was hoping for something better."
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