(Traveler reference in this one ;)

"Think of a piece of jewelry you own. What's its story? Does it have any meaning to you?"

Neal laughed, bringing his left leg up to place his foot on the chair beside him. "Does this count?" he asked, pulling up his pantleg to show the anklet with its little green light. "Because I don't think I actually own a piece of jewelry. There was that ring I kept for Kate, but... I don't have that anymore."

Mozzie gave him a sympathetic look. "You held onto that for how long?"

"A few years," Neal answered, then shrugged. "Doesn't really matter, I guess. Kate's long gone. What about you, Moz? Got any expensive jewelry?"

Mozzie huffed. "Like I'd tell you, sticky fingers."

Neal feigned hurt. "You still don't trust me!"

"Trust only movement. Life happens at the level of events, not of words."

"Alfred Adler. Nice," Neal said, then quoted, "The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them."

"Ernest Hemingway," Mozzie said. "Better. Alright, I do have several pieces of jewelry that are important to me, but one of them is a bracelet that Hector made for me. Remember Hector?"

Neal smiled. "Cape Verde. How could I forget?"

"Good times, while they lasted," Mozzie said. "I know we can never go back there, but sometimes I wish we could."

"Me too, Moz." Neal sighed. "Alright, what do we have next?"

"What's the last book you remember really, really loving?"

"On The Road," Neal answered. "By Jack Kerouac."

"Never heard of it," Mozzie hummed. "But I'll put it on my list. Mine is 1984."

"I could've guessed that one," Neal chuckled.

"It's a great example of where we're headed," Mozzie said. "But I won't get into that. Next question is... Do you have a favorite coffee shop? Describe it."

Neal grinned, picking up the cup of coffee sitting in front of him, still steaming. "My favorite coffee shop is right here. June has the best coffee I've ever tasted."

"I'm not really a coffee drinker," Mozzie said. "But if I were to pick a coffee shop I like, it'd be the one down the street from that secondhand store."

"Richie's," Neal said. "Yeah, that one's pretty good." He took a sip of his coffee. "But mine is better."