“What’s the matter with you?”

“What’s the matter with you?”

“What is the nature of matter?”

“Non sequitur,” you answer, smiling thinly. “One-love.”

“Oh, very well.” Your companion sighs and reaches into his belt pouch, pulling out a single golden coin. It flashes in the light, bright against the dull gold of the leaves. “Hmm. Heads, or tails?”