"We have dancers but not a job, dancers."

"That's less surprising."

"We have a Vala of dancers."

"Is it useful to have a Vala be of a thing?"

"Not really because the Valar are evil and stupid."

"You've said."

"Sometimes people at home forget if I don't say it all of the time and very loudly."

"Maybe I should be taking notes. Do you mind if I put you down and get my pocket everything?"

"No."

She does that. She taps out an outline in her note app.

He looks at the scenery and adjusts his clothes and sits down and sings quietly.

"Oh that's pretty."

Do people here not sing?

"Sure they do, but you've got a lovely voice."

"Lovely voice," he repeats. "Is singing a color?"

"Green."

"Green, grey, orange..."

"Blue, purple, yellow, red except reds are being phased out."

"What things are reds?"

"Collecting dead bodies, dealing with wastewater, taking away garbage. We came up with ways to do those things that don't need to be all segregated into their own caste; now they're purple jobs."

"Collecting dead bodies is a job? What a bad job."

"Doesn't sound fun to me either."

"We don't have the other ones either. Wastewater, garbage."

"...not as their own jobs, like dancers, or you somehow don't need them at all, like soldiers and cops?"

"Not at all, like soldiers and cops."