too nice is half stupid

Yes. Hell yes. To the man whore, her acceptance of his offer was akin to a drowning man being tossed a lifeline. He had a chance and he couldn't ask for anything more. "Alright, let's see here..." he said gamely, his gaze rolling heavenward in an exaggerated show of considering the topics they might discuss. After a beat he puffed out his lips as though struggling with the sheer volume of choices when really his mind was abuzz with wolfish versions of salt-n-pepa's hits. "I think it's safe to say we steer clear all weather related talk. That's simply too mundane, no? Everyone talks about the weather."

Jupiter rolled the pig carcass away; pushing it into the shade at his side to hide it from the sun's terrible gaze and perhaps preserve a smidge or two of its rapidly deteriorating shelf life. He then pushed his paws away from his chest, shoving them through the dirt and creating long furrows in the ground. The ground beneath the surface was cooler and he wished to take advantage of that. Once that was done he crossed his forelegs out in front of him and reveled in the cold that seeped into his fur.

He eyed her playfully then purred, "No, you want a decent conversation, eh? Something meaty, hm. Something you can sink your teeth into." Jupiter very nearly steepled his paws under his chin. It was all for fun; he rarely took things seriously. Why start now? Either she would find him amusing in some capacity or she would be on her way. In jest, he asked, "Is world peace too weighty a topic? How about the pointlessness of charity?"

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