Well, if you want exciting, I could tell you about the time we ran into an anomaly that was playing the Bee Gees. Not something I was expecting, really. [It had also moved like Moriarty and its head had exploded... those are much less amusing facts related to it.]

Anyway, 'old furniture, tired wood,' what are you calling me the great blogger for? You're practically a poet. I can really feel myself there. [He's teasing. Always teasing. It's so much easier than talking about anything consequential. Those things need to wait for when they're together.]