[It seems to be doing 'em good. Talking about something innocuous. Keepin' their thoughts focused on something else. Something other than the two most important people in their life.]

About skeletons? C'mon, we're not near as interesting.

[A laugh, but it sounds a mite forced. Rote at best, like all his other shit. Dredging up the same material in a different key. Does his best to drag up something to keep the conversation rolling.]

Uh, we don't technically need to eat. Not for months. Pretty cool, right?