"Do you ever want to go bowling again?"
"Hmm, probably not."
I blinked. Okay, it was an actual question, but that didn't mean I'd expected her to think about it and answer, at least not "no." "Yes" would've been fine, or "eh, I'm not sure," but that just made it sound like she just didn't want to bowl, ever. "Sorry. Thought you'd enjoyed yourself."
"Oh, I did," she said. "I just don't think I want to do it again."
"Why not?"
"I've already done that. Feel like it'd be silly to do it again, I want to do something else."
"You've already played piano but you play it, like, every day."
"Well, that's different. I want to get really good at playing."
"And some people want to get really good at bowling."
"What for? Just so they can throw a ball down a thing?"
"Look, I—never mind." It wasn't worth arguing about.
"Or do you just want to hang out with me? We should go to the zoo! They've got some new exhibits, I think, I wanna see the cats."
"So you've been to the zoo before but want to go again?"
"Well there are different animals in it, that's what I mean. Or we could see a, I don't know, a play or something. No, never mind, I don't wanna see a play. How about the zoo?"
"Okay," I said. "Whatever. The zoo."