"I've been off my game," John explained. "I don't have a spleen, you know." He took another bite of his sandwich.

"And it turns out that the spleen, not the heart, is the organ that governs love?" Rodney grabbed John's pear and took a bite before replacing it.

"It's the truth," John insisted, "Cross my spleen." He looked up just as the sun started slipping below the horizon. "Look," he said, gesturing with his bottle. You do dialouge so very well, quippiness like nobody's business, and I love the slow build this has - especially the parts with the boat. *g*