I like sunburns

Oliva was confused. "Someone's going to have to drink all this orange juice before it spills everywhere." She looked at the vast expanse of thanklessness and began to wonder if her life had begun. "I don't even like my haircut."

Fred was clueless as usual. He explored the outer reaches of his own thanklessness nightly and decided long ago anything other than the usual acquiescence was unacceptable. He was right, of course.

So, the weaves were woven and the night began anew. Each with their own, and all for nothing. "Silence begets silence, friend." No one cared.