Claudia:
Bunnie, what are you doing?
Bunsen:
Nothing of importance, Claudia.
Quieting the thoughts running....
(Stirs his tea lazily, softly inhaling the delicate scent of cinnamon-apple...contemplating)
Claudia:
(Tilts her head to the side)
About?
Bunsen:
I'm not sure.
Oh, I hope I don't...