“But,” she said, “what’s the point in doing it, if it’s not to achieve something big?” “Maybe there is no point.” Jet felt a flash of annoyance warm up her neck, sitting straighter with it. “But there has to be a point. Otherwise you’re just wasting your time.” Billy shrugged. “Is it a waste of time if I love every minute?” Jet chewed her lip, studied his face. “Yes, Billy. You’ve literally just described a waste of time.”
