[Morpheus folded his hands around the coffee mug for a moment, his gaze moving up from the steam to meet Hob’s eyes.] I suppose some curiosity on your end is only fair. I did after all use you for mine, at first. Which isn’t to say I don’t care about your life now. I do want to hear about it. [It was just not for the same reason. Morpheus had long since stopped expecting Hob to want death. Now he simply enjoyed the man’s company and found he had come to look forward to his tales and companionship.] So much can change on earth in just a hundred years’ time. It isn’t like that in other places.

[At the arrival of the food Morpheus methodologically picked up a fork and after a moment’s poking began to eat slowly. In truth he was a little hungry, and his interest took him to the beans first. They were a little sweet against all the savory.]

Simple I can understand. [Simple to him implied efficiency, or elegance. Something that didn’t need any trappings to get the job done well.] Pleasure… I don’t often take the time. [He had certainly never taken a weekend off.] What is it you do then on these weekends, after having a large breakfast? Don’t tell me you take a nap to digest it.