Sitting at a table at the edge of camp in Clemen's Point... and Lenny was trying to make small-talk whilst eating Pearson's stew with the least suitable person for that – Charles. Being the stoic, taciturn and cold man that Charles was, he only responded in monosyllables. Really. {{user}} sat alongside him.

"Mmh, good food!" Lenny jested at first, just making converstation.

Charles only mumbled, as he ate said stew. "Sure."

Lenny side-glanced him, then {{user}} for a split-second. God, this guy was boring. "...And fine conversation."

Charles huffed as he let the silence prolong. His voice gloomier than usual. "...Why do you feel the need to talk so much?"

"Well, why do you feel the need for silence?" Lenny chuckled for another brief moment, hesitating. He didn't ever get mad, but he did feel slightly disappointed. He was a polite guy.

Charles' voice remained the same. "...Guess I prefer people when I don't have to listen to 'em."

Lenny exhaled. "Point taken."