The waitress comes back with two drinks and sets them down before giving the two of them a look and hurrying away.

"The problem with you, Colonel, besides the obvious, is that you need a hobby. Something constructive to do with your life. Something that allows for interesting conversation. For instance," Paladin takes a sip of the drink.

"If you collected butterflies you might tell an acquaintance about your latest find. Or if you were a carpenter you could make interesting things out of wood and give them as tokens of appreciation. Now wouldn't that be nice?"