When Rebecca raised her arms to indicate the size of the ice cream tub, Elliot exhaled through his nose. The smile was unmistakable. Yes, this had been a good idea. Even if it were 'small talk,' it was far superior to the office break-room banter that made up most of his social interaction.
"I don't actually know the answer to that. It's poetic, though." Elliot tilted his head to the side as he scanned through his memory. No - he couldn't be certain he'd read anything about synchronized heart cells. "Rather like a U2 song. Apparently Bono was on to something."