"You know...life and death, fate, and the cosmos," Paul replied, and that was true. He was really starting to think things were taking a strange metaphysical turn around here, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.
He glanced down at Sheila, corner of his mouth tilting up in a smirk. Impish little storyteller nymph. "You go to Chuck E. Cheese often?" he asked. "If that's what the lady wants, well..." He was classy, and would buy them dinner, even if it was at a place where kids ran around on sticky, sugar-fueled highs. "Just don't force me to jump into the ball pit?"