Dylan:[no response]
Dr. Morley:Well? Are you going to eat it or just stare at it like it’s a modern still life?
Dylan:What’s the catch?
Dr. Morley:Aside from my apparently exorbitant hourly rate? None. And technically, that’s your father’s issue to deal with.
Dylan:[no response]
Dr. Morley:There’s no other catch, Dylan. You have my word.
Dylan:I’m not gonna start spilling my life story to you just ’cos you got me a burger and fries.
Dr. Morley:Good God, I would hope not! I’m not sure I could stomach working with someone who’s so shallow they can be bought with a McDonald’s combo meal.
Dylan:[no response]
Dr. Morley:Mmpf. Fries are good. They’re getting cold, though. Eat up.
[Few minutes of eating sounds, rustling of paper]
Dr. Morley:So? Tell me one thing about the last few days.
Dylan:[no response]
Dr. Morley:Alright, then. I’ll start… I learned how to make risotto a couple of days ago.
Dylan:What’s that?
Dr. Morley:Basically a fancy, creamy rice dish… Only I messed it up. You’re supposed to add broth slowly to the rice, and I was impatient. It turned out mushy, with the taste and consistency of baby cereal.
Dylan:[no response]
Dr. Morley:Okay. Your turn—something you did this week.
Dylan:[no response]
Dr. Morley:First thing that comes to mind when you think of the past few days.
Dylan:[sighs] … I read a comic to my little sister.
Dr. Morley:Really? Mackenzie?
Dylan:Kenzie, yeah.
Dr. Morley:That’s great. How did that come about?
Dylan:Asked Diane if I could read to her the other night, then I did.
Dr. Morley:So what made you decide to read to Kenzie?
Dylan:[no response]
Dr. Morley:Anything specific that brought this about?
Dylan:Yeah.
Dr. Morley:Want to share?
