"Fishing for treeeees onna long long trail for ever and for ever but not right now cos I can't think of any more woooords...  la la la la..."
   "How about orphic?"
   "What's that?"
   "Umm...  something to do with songs, I think."
   "Orphic...  orph...  morph orph la la...  Orpheus?"
   "I believe it *is* derived from Orpheus, yes."
   "He's my brother's son.  I'm his aunt!"
   "I know."
   "I'm a *good* aunt."
   "Of course you are."
   "I *am.*  Good.  I am good at...  at...  I'm good at making things!"
   "Sure you are."
   "I can *paint.*"
   "Better than Destruction."
   "What?"
   "You paint better than Destruction."
   "Better than Destruction what?"
   "Paints."
   "What?"
   The dog stops walking, sits, and looks up at the girl.  "You, Delirium, make better paintings that your brother, Destruction.  His paintings aren't as good as your paintings.  Your paintings are better than his."
   "Oh."  The two continue their walk in silence for a few minutes.  Okay, seconds.  "I *like* you, Barnabas."
   "I like you, too, Del," Barnabas says.
   Delirium suddenly falls to her knees to hug Barnabas.  "You're such a very *good* doggy!"
   "Thank you," Barnabas beams and wags his tail.