“I sometimes wonder about your level of insanity.”

“Why? Do you think it’s too low?” Rupert knocked his shoulder into Dan’s in a companionable sort of way as the two of them walked off the set, and back to the trailers.

“No, I think it’s too high.”

“Perhaps I should have it checked out.”

Dan gave him an odd look, and stopped walking. “You’re not high, are you?”

Rupert spun around, having just realized that he was several steps ahead of his friend. “What? No.”

“What’s with you, then?”

“Nothing.” Rupert shrugged to accentuate his point. “Why do you ask?”

“You’re acting…odd.”

“No odder than usual, surely.”

Dan thought about this for a moment. “No, probably not.”

Rupert began walking again, this time examining his fingernails. “I was thinking about getting that album you suggested.”

“Really?” Dan sounded exceptionally happy about the abrupt subject change. “You really should. You need to broaden your musical tastes.”

Rupert laughed. “Erm, Dan?”

“Hmmm?” Dan paused at the door to his trailer, turning around to look at Rupert.

“Maybe it’s you who needs to broaden their musical tastes.”

Dan scowled. “I am not going to listen to Master P.”

“You used to!”

“But I’m not going to anymore. I’ve found music that’s…what’s the word?…oh, I know. Good.”

Rupert stuck his tongue out.

“That’s very mature, Rupert.”

“I thought so.” Rupert began walking again, past Dan’s trailer.

“I bought the Eminem album,” Dan called after him, making Rupert stop with his hand on his own trailer door.

“And?”

“It’s okay.”

“Okay. Tonight I’ll go get The Killers.” Rupert opened the door. “Happy now?”

Dan opened his door. “Very.” He stepped inside and peeked his head out. “See you in an hour.”

Rupert went inside and waved his hand out. “See you.”