“How would you describe the sun?”

“Good question. I would describe the sun as… a ball of fire. Good enough?”

“No, I need details.”

“Oh, okay. Creative details?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Okay, okay. What about this: the sun is a star. But it’s not really a star, isn’t it. I mean, it sure is famous but it doesn’t have any paparazzi following it.”

“People take pictures of it.”

“Oh, I guess. Hm. How about the sun is so white hot it’ll melt your face off.”

“The phrase is ‘red hot.’”

“Look, do you want my help or not?”

“Okay, fine. Go on.”

“Don’t ever, ever eat anything near the sun because it’ll burn it to a crisp. Well, besides ice cream. It’ll just melt the ice cream.”

“It’ll burn you.”

“You must be so much fun at parties.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll shut up. Keep going.”

“Say you were space hunting and caught a galactic space rabbit. The sun is always there to create the perfect dinner, if you catch my drift.”

“I catch it.”

“Alright, I’m done. Good enough?”

“Not what I was looking for, but good enough.”