"So what would you have had?"
"What?" Face looked up, frowning at the sudden question. Murdock, of course. He shook his head and relaxed again, ignoring the incursion. Letting the gentle waves of the pool rock the float, drifting back into a light doze.
"For your last meal. Did you ever decide?"
"Murdock..."
"Hannibal said you couldn't decide between something you loved and - "
"And something I'd never had before. I know. And no - I never decided. Didn't need to, remember?"
"But what would you have had?"
Face turned his head to glare at Murdock. "What difference does it make now?"
"Well, none. But it might come in handy the next time."
"The next time? You expecting us to face a firing squad again?"
"Well, no. But - "
"What would you have?" Face had found that turning the tables on Murdock typically led to a long - and ignorable - monolog. Just what he needed to push him past dozing to a nice relaxing sleep.
Murdock lay back on his own float and frowned. "I don't know what I'd like. I think it depends on where we are. I mean, if we were someplace really hot and remote, I'd ask for ice cream. I mean, not only would it taste good - but it would take a long time to find it. But if we were someplace cold, I'd go for chili. A big bowl of it. A huge bowl of it. Yeah..." Murdock yawned. "Yeah. Chili. You know what Kit Carson's last words were, Face?" Murdock yawned again. "He said, 'Wish I had time for just one more bowl of chili.' If it was good enough for Kit Carson...it's good enough..."
Face smiled softly as Murdock's voice trailed off.