"They all died after the first application," she said. "They couldn't take it."
"Let me outta here! I get the implication. I am the first bird that hasn't died, hey?" He yawned luxuriously.
"Company or the hour?" asked Arden.
"Can't be either," he said. "Come on, let's break a bottle of beer open. I'm dry!"
"I've got a slight headache," she told him. "From what, I can't imagine."
"I haven't a headache, but I'm sort of logy."
"What have you been doing?" asked Arden. "Haven't seen you for a couple of days."
"Nothing worth mentioning. Had an idea a couple of days ago and went to work on it."
"Haven't been working overtime or missing breakfast?"
"Nope."