I was weeding along the side of the house. I had noticed that Herk and Tildy were at their front entryway with paint and brushes. Projects they attempt to do together seldom turn out well.
As time passed, I could hear some back-and-forth, but I could not make out their conversation. Until, that is, I heard:
Herk: *blah blah, something* Bwahahaha!
Tildy: Just shut up and paint!
Herk: I wish you had a sense of humor!
Tildy: I wish you had some sense!