Aurora: You know, I feel so rude, asking you about your family and personal life and not even knowing you for a day. What are you like?

Hymenaios: Eh, trés sexy, non? And very humble.

Aurora: No, you doofus. I meant, what do you like?

Hymenaios: I knew what you meant. It was a joke. But, I like cooking.

Aurora: Yes Captain Obvious, what else?

Hymenaios: Oh. I love dogs. Very much. I don’t have one because my Dad has the allergies. And you?

Aurora: Well, I love to write and paint. But I think you knew that.

Hymenaios: Well, this has been fun, but it is almost dinner, and I bet Citron wants you home.

Aurora: Oh, I guess.

Aurora: Well, that sucks. What about your mom?

Hymenaios: She’s ok. She understands what I feel, but she is almost scared too speak up to my father. That’s why I come out here. I can think of new recipes without any, eh…

Aurora: Interruptions?

Hymenaios: Yes, yes! Interruptions.