"Like joining Fabio's crew of pirates? Thanks, but no thanks." The corner of Idris' mouth turned up in a wry smile and he looked to his fellow ship-maker, as if to gauge her reaction to the joke, weak though it might have been. She was continuing to busy herself with impaled french fries. Idris had to admit that her determination to make this fast food creation be more than a heap of wasted potatoes was sort of impressive, in its own quirky way. This was a true case of to each their own. (And here he was, helping her along for no other reason than it seemed like it might be something to laugh about later.)
"Nah, instead you can sit on apartment lobby floors. I suppose it all works out to the same effect, the ends justify the means." He grinned and added a fry to the sculpture. It wobbled a bit before holding firm, a welcome addition to the greasy ensemble. "Are you going to sit here all night until this is finished?" Idris asked this casually, despite that he probably already knew the answer.