"When I take things apart," Lamb told him, "they usually don't go back together. Not in the same way at least." Sometimes they went back together very well, but they never worked like they had. People were fragile like that.
A lot of interesting things didn't happen at the cirque and so she said to him, "you'll probably end up murdered in some horrible way." There was no threat in the comment, just a shrugged statement as she grabbed another potato.
Lamb had to think about it when he asked her what she did for entertainment though. What had she done of late that could be considered human-shaped fun? It was hard to know. The tastes didn't always mesh. So after she finished chewing, Lamb said, "yesterday I watched a spider build a web in my room for a few hours, then I tried to climb the outside of the house, then... hmmm, I followed one of the aerialists who smelled good, then I went into the city at night for dinner. They don't let me eat here. But what do you think is fun?"