Guess I always thought they were sweet. [Is Jeff conflating them with ponies? Maybe. Not like he ran into an abundance of either growing up in Ormond. He shakes the thought away dismissively as he wakes his phone and taps something on the screen, before he seems to read out loud:]

"Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?"

[His eyes flick up to David's face. There's enough subtle playfulness in his own that he hopes it's obvious he won't mind if David dismisses the questioning as silly -he knows it is.]

Better than the donkey question.