"Why Lit?"

"Why Drama?"

"Okay, you first."

"It's... something about legacy, I suppose. I'd always been close to Nan, and she was fond of reading. I used to get a lot of books growing up, and my family's very multicultural so I got exposed into a variety of languages before I was even old enough for a spelling bee."

"That works surprisingly well to turn you into an international NSFW connoisseur."

"Screw you! What does that even mean, anyway?"

"Beats me. I do appreciate that someone's lifting the hard work for me."

"Huh. Yeah. You can just click on whatever's you wish to read and it's there. In English. What a magic."

"Should I build an altar and start worshiping?"

"Just buy me lunch tomorrow. So, no more dodging. Why Drama?"

"People fascinates me. They're like, you know, you learn than you could...manipulate them into doing this and that by altering the way you act, your word choices. You could create your image the way you want it to be. Manipulate is not the exact word I'd like to use, but it comes close."

"Then why not psychology? Behavioral sciences?"

"Eh, performing arts is always fun. And roles, they create another layer of complexity to unpack, you know. When's someone in and out of their roles? That sort of thing."

"You're not making much sense."

"Shut up, I know you get it. What, I could do it better in written explanation, but I ain't gonna spend my time composing a 10,000 words essay for you."

"Stingy old man."

"Hey, who's inviting you to the end-of-semester play? Fine, let's take that back!"

"No way, I like Pygmalion!"

But of course she attended his play that semester, and the next semester's play, and the next one as well.

There were warm autumn nights, brilliant winter lights. At spring the flowers came full bloom and the days were all brighter than summer sunshine.