Would you rather have a golden voice or a silver tongue?
Blue: Wilson already has a golden voice and a silver tongue. I have neither.
Wilson: You have an honest tongue. That's far better. And I like it when you sing. It's endearing.
Would you rather lose the ability to read or lose the ability to speak?
Blue: I'd rather not be able to speak.
Wilson: I can't imagine not being able to read. I'd give up speech,
Blue: I would miss your accent. I might even miss your history lessons.
Wilson: And I would miss your snark.
Would you rather know the history of every subject you touched or be able to talk to animals?
Blue: Wilson is hyperventilating. You've just excited him to the point of insanity. Knowing the history of everything he touches? The man would never sleep.
Wilson: I wouldn't. Just the thought is intoxicating. How can we make this happen?
If you had a smell, what would it be?
Wilson: Blue smells like trees. Woodsy and clean. Juniper and sage. It's my favorite smell in the whole world.
Blue: If I smell like the wood I carve, you smell like the books you read.
Wilson: Old and musty?
What is something you will NEVER do again?
Blue: Break into my high school. My days of trespassing are behind me.
Wilson: Underestimate Blue. She never ceases to amaze me.
Would you rather be able to fly or be completely invisible for one day?
Blue: I've been invisible. I'd rather fly.
Wilson: You've not been invisible a day in your life, luv. When you walk in a room, everyone takes notice. But flying for me too. Who doesn't dream of flying?
What personality trait do you admire most?
Wilson: I agree. The ability to be genuine, to be real, even when being real isn't especially popular or attractive.
What personality trait do you dislike the most?
Wilson: I'm really not fond of know-it-alls.
Blue: That's because you are one. Being with you is like being with Google. You're just very sweet about it.
Wilson: I am?
Blue: You are.
Are you generally early or late?
Wilson: Blue is purposely late. She enjoys making an entrance.
Blue: Wilson is far too polite to ever be late. We balance each other out.
What are you addicted to?
Blue: A stuffy English professor and his cello music.
Wilson: A saucy artist who smells like wood stain and tastes like green apples.