"The conversation we have because I'm Ilde and you're Irene, instead of the conversation that doesn't happen when one person is human and the other one isn't." She isn't entirely sure that she's expressing herself as well as she wants to - when she writes poetry it comes naturally if not cleanly, but she falters in conversation and words trip her up, meaning one thing in her head and another when they come out to be interpreted by somebody else's experience - but this is interesting (and, yes, novel-- this is not a conversation that she's had before and she wants to follow it to see where it leads) and post-drunk at some absurd hour of the morning is the perfect time to worry less and say more.

She's always more talkative when she's been drinking, it's just what it does to her.

"When it's that, it's always 'one thing, one not', isn't it? Defined by negative space. And then it isn't a conversation, it's..." A gesture, restless; she pulls back and frowns for a moment while she finds her way through what she's trying to say. "A play script in somebody's head, and everything gets interpreted through that filter."

A moment later-- "And that's boring."