every single one's got a story

Hm… what meal would you pick? -cocks his head to the side, looking on at her with an intrigued expression- 

Lentils. -a small smile creeps up on her face, because she’s obviously fucking with him here- Gallons and gallons of lentils. 

-his nose wrinkles up immediately--well, he doesn't exactly know what lentils are, honestly, but from her expression and the sound of the word, he doesn't think it sounds all too pleasant- I hope you have fun with your gallons on gallons of lentils.

You'd get to pick the meal. But I think I would pick that too. The other is so inconvenient.

Hm... what meal would you pick? -cocks his head to the side, looking on at her with an intrigued expression- 

-he raises his eyebrows curiously- Isn’t it? C’mon, any question. Doesn’t have to be life-changing or philosophical.

-looks at him for a moment, a smile touching her lips- Fine. Would you rather eat the same meal for the rest of your life, or get the 6 hours of sleep every time you fall asleep, no matter when you need to get up?

What's the meal? It depends on the meal. But, yeah, probably eating the same meal. -shrugs; it wasn't a particularly hard question, but the idea of sleeping that much doesn't appeal to him- I'd never live if I had to sleep six hours whenever I dozed off. 

-feels as though he has an upperhand now, with some semblance of the same mystery that she poses to him, and leans back, shrugging- Ask me somethin’.

-leans back as well- I’m afraid it isn’t quite that simple, James Potter.

-he raises his eyebrows curiously- Isn't it? C'mon, any question. Doesn't have to be life-changing or philosophical. 

-narrows his eyes slightly, almost as if he doubts her, but he doesn’t push the topic- Then why don’t you figure me out?

Trust me. -rests her elbows on the table, leaning towards him across it, a smirk playing on her lips- I’m trying. 

-feels as though he has an upperhand now, with some semblance of the same mystery that she poses to him, and leans back, shrugging- Ask me somethin'.

Variables? Can you elaborate on that, at least?

-looks at him quietly- I haven’t figured you out. Until I have, there are too many variables left covered up for me to decide why this keeps happening. 

-narrows his eyes slightly, almost as if he doubts her, but he doesn't push the topic- Then why don't you figure me out?

That’s helpful, Trixie. Very helpful.

Well, it’s as concise as I can be right now. Too many variables… 

Variables? Can you elaborate on that, at least?