Peter: That is my name. How may I help you?
Scampi: Oh, I don’t know. I’m just wondering some stuff.
Peter: I see.
Scampi: I’m looking at this stunning view.
Peter: Are you?
Scampi: Well, I was two days ago.
Scampi: I was looking at this stunning view. A crane in a construction pit.
Scampi: It was more than okay, boy.
Peter: If you say so.
Scampi: I do say so. Don’t pretend you didn’t see the cumulus. I know you did. I have proof.
Peter: You’re right. I saw the cumulus.
Scampi: I know you did. Was that not the most beautiful thing?
Peter: It was very nice.
Scampi: It was freaking massive, my friend.
Peter: The clouds were large.
Scampi: The sky was the colour of a kindergartner’s coral necklace. Come on, Peter.
Scampi: Don’t what me.
Scampi: Oh, excellent.
Scampi: Thanks for the coffee.
Peter: The pleasure is all mine.
Scampi: Okay. So, to sum up, I was looking at the sky.
Peter: I have been getting that impression.
Scampi: It impressed itself upon me.
Scampi: I will maybe remember that sky for the rest of my life.
Scampi: What do you mean, perhaps?
Peter: It might blend itself in with other skies. Possibly.
Scampi: Hee hee.
Peter: I did not genuflect.
Scampi: Sure, sure.
Peter: I don’t even know how.
Scampi: You heathen.
Scampi: That sky was beautiful, and I’m in no mood to let it go.
Peter: You may have to, some day.
Scampi: I want it, though. I want it forever.
Peter: There will be other skies.
Scampi: But only one forever.