Setting: The Recovery Breakfast after the conference.
Characters Next to Z is a father with a 9 month old baby. The baby is wearing footwear in the shape of rabbits, one of which has slipped off its foot.
Z, to infant, conversationally: You have slippers, and they are rabbits.
Baby: *blows a raspberry*
Baby's father, to Z: English is not your first language, is it?
Z: You got me.
Baby's father, to Z: Well for future information, those aren't rabbits. They are bunny slippers.
I still have no idea what that was about, aside from an example of linguistic wankerism, but it has given Z and me a whole wealth of material from which to construct our in-jokes and ad-libbed ludicrous conversations and for that I am profoundly grateful. Otherwise in times of boredom I am forced to parade around the house with no trousers on, showcasing my underwear and cellulitic thighs, mocking Z for being older than me and demonstrating to him how I am the most glorious part of his life since you can't just buy magic like this baby