"What the hell are you doing up in my tree?" I ask, climbing up and finding Jones on MY preferred branch.
"Thinking." He says.
"And eating a basket of apples." I laugh, gesturing at the basket of them in his lap.
"Want one?" He asks, tossing one to me before I answer.
"So...Jones...why do you like history?" I ask conversationally, taking a bite of my apple.
"I like it because it gives me something to look forward to. I didn't have much at home, so history was like an escape."
"But it's so...boring." I protest.
"Not if you look at it from the right angle. Sure, parts of it are boring as hell, but once you delve deeper, into the truth, and I don't mean the crap they teach at high school, you find something worthwhile."
I'm amazed that those words come out of the mouth of a twenty six year old man who kisses random bimbo maids in Libraries.
"Wow." I say, looking blatantly at the half eaten apple in my hands.
We sit for a few minutes in contented silence, and then I start to climb down.
"Where are you going?" He asks, looking genuinely sad that I'm leaving.
"To do homework. I'll see ya later, Jones." I yell, seeing as I'm now at the bottom of the tree.
I finish my apple, finding that it is a more enjoyable fruit today than usual.