“Whatcha doing?”

“Writing an essay?”

“Where’s the words?”

“They’re coming.  I’m thinking.”

“But you said you had to write an essay, not think one.”

“I am.”

“Where?  They’re not there.”

“Give me a break.  In five minutes this page will be full.”

Five minutes later

“Whatcha doing?”

“Typing.”

“Is your essay done?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I can’t think of anything to write.”

“Here,” he hands her a chocolate mousse. 

“What’s this?”

“I thought you might need help, so I brought you muse. It’s chocolate, your favorite.”