"Callum! I wrote a book! Do you want to read it?"
"It's about yo-ou…"
"I still don't want to read it."
"It's probably going to be stupid."
"It's not stupid. If all goes as planned, I'll be the next JK Rowling. And you…you, can be my Harry Potter."
"Why do you say that as a good thing?"
"Oh, balderdash, you wouldn't understand. Sit down; get comfortable. I'm not sure how long this thing is but it's got a decent amount of words and a fairly respectable plot as well as the perfect main character—you, my dear."
"Can I have a juice box?"
"It was 1: 08 you woke up feeling restless…"