I was walking with my son to his school the other day.
In front of us were a group of girls and boys who were due to make their Confirmation (a Catholic religious ceremony for 12 year olds) in a few days time.
The girls were talking at full speed:
'What are you wearing?' 'Who's going to your party', 'What are you doing with your hair?' 'Did you get the pink handbag?' 'Is your mam letting you wear make-up?'
The boys looked at the girls with that look they will learn to perfect over the years, a kind of 'Women, huh?' look, an L-plate version.
They looked like they felt the need to say something to each other, there was so much conversation going on elsewhere.
After a pause, Boy 1 gets conversationally inspired.
'What's in your sandwich?', Boy 1 said to Boy 2.
'Sausage', Boy 2 said with a grin.
'Sweet !', said Boy 1.
'What's in yours?', Boy 2 asked.
'Ham...' Boy 1 asked.
'With mustard?...' Boy 2 interjected.
'Of course', Boy 1 answered.
'Sweet' they both said.
The girls gave them withering looks.