“Sterling, I have a question for you.”
“What is it, Felix?”
“The artist is at the window. What is she staring at? Nothing is moving out here.”
“She is studying the colors in the sky. Humans call it sunset. I have no idea why it fascinates them so much.”
“How useless. You can’t eat it. “
“No, you can’t. Is that all you think about? Get some culture. Maybe she will make a painting.”
“Food is important. I’m hungry. All of the time.”
“Felix, I have an idea. Fly over there and pose in that tree.”
“What? Why?”
“She might make you famous.”
