"I am hungry, I need something good to eat," Joe finally breaks the silence and talks to Miley for the first time in the last five minutes. Miley replies, with a straight face, "Oh yeah? You need some food? Who is going to cook for you in the middle of this lonely island, eh?" Joe thinks for a moment, raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the left in a way only he can, as far as Miley understands, and says, "A cook!" Even after this, he not only does not seem to be wanting to end the tilt, he further emphasizes it with a few quick nods to and fro with that tilt position as the mean of this brief nod waves he has now created. And he is now looking with a questioning glance towards Miley, who tries hard and succeeds in raising her right eye brow. She says, "A cook what?" "Could cook." "What could cook?" "I am saying that a cook could cook." "Yes, I understand Joe, a cook could cook. But cook what?" Joe, now getting slightly irritated, to the pleasure of Miley, replies, "Nothing, forget about it. I would continue with my day dream." Miley smiles and pokes Joe on his shoulder. "What?" "Tell me." "Tell you what?" "Don't start this bla bla what with me. This is my way of talking. You can not steal it." "Whatever!" "Tell me! Cook what?" "Cook good." "Who would do that?" "A cook!" "I don't think so!" "Well, what do you think then?" "I think you would need a good cook." "What could a good cook do that a cook couldn't?" "A cook could only cook. But.. " She waits. "But what? Tell me!" Joe replies. "A good cook could cook good!" "Whaat.. could you repeat that for me?"