Apr 23

She took a pencil from behind her ear, made a note in her notebook, and then bit at the eraser. “Eating all right?”

“Fine,” he told her, wondering if he should make some remark her own eating habits if she found a pencil tasty. He decided against it.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

He blinked, and answered truthfully in his surprise at the question, “Blue.”

She looked at him sharply. “Blue?” she repeated.

He shrugged. “Black’s a close second, especially in conjunction with the blue.”