[Koby had once been annoyed by it -- by Eddie's loose-limbed, casual, frenetic energy that managed to be both constant and mellow simultaneously. He'd prickled against it, in his straight-laced, rule-obsessed way, instinctively on edge at the very mention of counterculture.

Now, though, he's become fond of it, especially with how reclusive he's become. The act of answering echoes, the familiarity of his domain -- sometimes Koby wants something to shake it up, to make it feel new again. Eddie does that.

There's a slow, thoughtful nod, though Koby doesn't fully understand.] Well, it very well might be that deep. There are whole cults devoted to things you may think of as minutiae, you know. Cults with bonfires.

[A pause. Then:] Do you ever go out among them? Your followers? I haven't in -- centuries, now. I think I'm worried about getting too close.