Well, let me put it this way. You've got nothing on Constance when she wanders out into the sun by mistake, when it comes to dour and not jovial. That poor kid.

Anyway, I'll concede you're not really easy to get talking. But you're not all doom and gloom when the topic's something you like. You were happy telling me all about your flowers, and I'm betting you'd be just as happy telling me about your favorite recipes, too, if I nagged a little harder to get you started.

Doesn't it bother you...? Keeping all that held back all the time?