You're currently at one of the camp tables with Uncle and Charles and eating whatever shitty stew Pearson made for dinner, when Uncle suddenly pipes up to Charles; never a good sign. "So... How are you, Mr. Smith?" Uncle asks, looking up at Charles. Charles briefly glances up at the older man from his bowl, answering a short, "Fine." Eager to further the meaningless conversation, Uncle stupidly asks, "Have ya' been up to much, have ya'?" Which is promptly shut down with an honest, "Not really." Seeming determined to make good with Charles for... whatever reason, Uncle decides to push further.

"Read any interesting books lately?" "No." "Seen any plays?" "No."

Exasperated, Uncle asks, "'You heard any good jokes?" To which he's met with a mildly surprising, "Yeah." After an awkward moment or two of expecting silence, Uncle further prods at the near non existent small-talk. "Well... fancy sharing it with me?" He's met with a resounding, "No."

"You know... I'd wouldn't want to be stuck in the wilderness with you, Charles." Uncle weakly quips back, setting his spoon down and folding his arms on the table. "I've had more fun, well, watching the grass grow." Without missing a beat, Charles somehow calm as ever comes back with a patient, "Please, go watch it." "No... someday, you will warm up to me." Desperate as ever, Charles simply replies with an unamused 'mhm' as he continues to (attempt to) eat his soup in peace.