"Are you bored yet?"

The question made Neal open his eyes to squint at the ceiling. "What?"

"Are you bored?" Mozzie repeated from his spot out at the table. "I found something for you to occupy your time."

"I am occupying my time," Neal mumbled, "I'm sleeping. Or I was." He'd had the flu for a couple days now and still felt pretty crappy. Mozzie had been attempting to cheer him up the whole day.

"You don't have to move," Mozzie said. "It's just a thing I found called 100 Questions. You can probably guess what it entails."

Neal turned his head, looking out towards the kitchen, though Mozzie was out of his line of sight. "100 Questions, huh? Well, what else do I have to do? Let's hear 'em."

Mozzie grabbed his laptop and carried it into Neal's room, coming to sit at the foot of the bed with it.

"But just so you know," Neal added, "After I do it, it's your turn."

"Fair enough," his friend replied. "Alright, first question: When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?"

Neal snorted, smiling. "What kind of questions are these going to be?"

"Just answer them," Mozzie prompted. "This'll be fun."

Neal sighed. "More milk than cereal. Who doesn't do that?"

Mozzie shrugged. "Stingy people. I have to agree with you on that one."

"If you have more cereal than milk, it almost defeats the purpose," Neal mused.

"The Suit does it," Mozzie said. "Which only proves my point about him not being trustworthy."

"He does not," Neal said. "I've gone over for breakfast a couple times. His cereal to milk ratio is definitely not anything you should be worried about."

"Which implies I should be worried about other things. Okay, next question... Do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?"

Neal had to think about that one for a moment. "I don't particularly like winter," he said. "But I don't dislike the feeling. I guess it depends on the day. If it's sunny and the wind isn't blowing too hard, it's quite enjoyable."

"I prefer the tropics," Mozzie said simply, as if that were answer enough.

"Same," Neal agreed. "But winter can be beautiful in its own way, so my answer is gonna have to be yes."

"We'll agree to disagree," Mozzie said. "What random objects do you use to bookmark your books?"

"Oh geez," Neal sighed. "The question should be what don't I use? Whatever's lying around, really." He sat up a little, pointing over towards the couch. "There's one over there I was reading. Grab that for me."

Mozzie did so, returning to hand it to Neal. "Looks like an envelope."

Neal opened the book and checked out his envelope bookmark. "Nothing in it though. It's just a blank envelope."

"How boring," Mozzie commented.

"Well what about you?" Neal asked.

"Oh, I don't use bookmarks. I just remember the page number."

Neal made a face. "Of course. Perfect recall."

"Jealous?"

"Always."