“Three courses,” he said, stony-faced. “That was humour.” “Yes, I suppose it was.” “I consumed three men.” “Okay, yes, I got it.” “And humans often talk about three course meals.” She stopped and stared at him. “Billy, I got the joke.” He looked oddly wounded. “I was being a comedian. Did you not find it funny?” She paused a moment. “You and your friend didn’t use humour much, did you?” “We communicated largely through intercourse.”
