Scampi: Let’s put out coats on.
Peter: Our coats?
Scampi: Yes. We each get one.
Scampi: Standard issue.
Scampi: And our scarves. Let’s go out into the world.
Peter: Perhaps later on.
Scampi: Later on? What’s wrong with you?
Peter: That is a personal question.
Scampi: You wish. You don’t want to go out into the world?
Scampi: What are you, scared?
Scampi: Oh, I see.
Scampi: Nothing. I guess you just – don’t want to go for a walk.
Scampi: For whatever reason.
Peter: That is correct.
Scampi: Do you want some more coffee?
Scampi: This is a good season to walk amidst the weather.
Scampi: To look up at the sky, for example.
Peter: This is always possible.
Scampi: That’s what you think.
Peter: It is.
Scampi: One never encounters you listening to motown music. I’ve noticed.
Scampi: I’m just saying.
Peter: What are you saying?
Scampi: I dunno. The coffee is weak.
Scampi: We should dance.
Peter: [alarmed] Right now?
Scampi: But we should. Sometime this year.
Peter: To what end?
Scampi: It’s the right thing to do.
Peter: I am unsure.
Scampi: I know. I’ve been thinking about raccoons.
Peter: I see.
Scampi: Not that much, though.
Peter: Well, thank you for keeping me informed.
Scampi: No problem. I’m here for you, Peter.
PETER RUBS HIS EYES.
Scampi: Yes, this coffee is weak.
Peter: Yes. You spoke about this earlier.
Scampi: I know.
Scampi: Do you know what a lute is?
Scampi: Hm. It has to do with cats’ guts and love.
Peter: Of course! What doesn’t?
Scampi: None of that: I’m just speaking about like, mid-century romantic-type ballads. Minstrels and such.
Peter: Mid what century?
Scampi: An old one. Say, sixteen.
Scampi: Finger plucking. Courtly love.
Peter: I suppose you no longer wish to go for a stroll?
Scampi: I never said that.
Peter: Said what?
Scampi: I didn’t say I didn’t want to go for a stroll.
Scampi: Do you want to?
Scampi: It’s still daylight.
Scampi: We could walk down by the river.
Peter: What river?
Scampi: I don’t know. The Euphrates?
Peter: The Danube?
Scampi: Absolutely. Lute-lee.
Scampi: Pum-PA-pum-PA! A waltz.
Peter: Where have I placed my necktie?
Scampi: Forget it. This is an informal outing.
Scampi: It is a beautiful day.
Peter: Yes. I feel an irrationally excessive surge of ill-will.
Peter: This is unavoidable, it would seem.
Scampi: Maybe I can help.
Scampi: Oh, look! A sparrow.
Scampi: Sh. Stay still.
THE SPARROW ALIGHTS ON PETER’S STANDARD ISSUE COAT. THE LIGHT ADJUSTS.
Peter: Well, that was interesting.
Scampi: You made a friend.
Peter: I did?
Scampi: I think so. Yes.