(Morning. I am walking by Lenore's desk and notice she has a wilted flower pinned to her shirt.)
Me: Good morning. I like your flower.
Lenore: Oh, this? Isn't it pretty? Well, it was a few days ago. (smells flower) I got it at Debbie's [co-worker] baby shower. I thought, it's Friday, why not put it on, right?
Me: Yeah, I guess.
L: Hey, I've been meaning to ask you, did you have animals on your farm, er, uh, the one you were on growing up?
Me: Oh, uh, yeah, we had chickens--
L: (overjoyed) Chickens!
Me: ...and horses and pigs--
L: Pigs too! Wow!
Me: ...and now there are two goats on the farm.
Me: No, that's a sheep sound.
L: Oh, it is? What sounds do goats make?
Me: I don't know, they kind of sound like children crying out, I guess.
L: (horrified) Really? That's just, um, I don't know. And they don't baaaaa?
Me: No, they waaaaaah!
L: I just think it's great that you grew up with animals. You know, people don't know anything about that sort of stuff in the city.
Me: No, I guess not.