He supposed if he took a minute to step back--even figuratively--he'd think that what he was about to do was nothing short of crazy, that he, too, was one fry short of a Happy Meal. (Not that there was really a shortage of fries at this point in time, but that was simply a minor detail.)
A grown man should not have been crouching before an apartment lobby chair, carefully sticking a Wheat Thin stick onto a french fry and pondering whether or not it'd stay standing straight up when stabbed into one of the stray fries. Ships did need masts, this woman was correct in that matter.
He couldn't imagine what anyone might think should they walk on by, but luckily the lobby was empty tonight save for the two of them on the floor, carefully constructing a ship to rival the villain Fabio's (for Fabio was a villain in this situation, wasn't he?). Taking another look at the book in front him, Idris had to agree that the look on Fabio's face was nothing but a challenge.
"Very little, actually. I never went to ship school, you know? Didn't seem like the right life choice. I figure the Navy has more than enough willing participants. I'd rather stay on dry land."
In his defense, Idris would take any entertainment he could find and try and enjoy it, despite how ludicrous it might be. Even if he was this close to being back in his apartment and relaxing after a long day of work. Instead, his unusual form of relaxation tonight seemed to be humoring a clearly stoned neighbor of his...
Wait. Did she even live here? All right, it was only a minor detail. This was what came from talking to strangers, Idris mused quietly to himself, chuckling at the thought. It was ludicrous and yet he remained very, very amused.