They call that a still life.
I believe so.
It’s condiments. Hardly life.
It’s about being part of life, but still. Inanimate.
Oh. Still, it’s not really life, is it? It don’t breathe, or swim in honey. It don’t move around.
No, but still part of life, ain’t it. In life, you need condiments.
Mate, condiments lead to death. For us and them lot. Heart disease and diabetes for them. Honeytrap for us.
Yeah, but they’re still life. Can’t eat a bowl of chips without them.
Bluey, mate. Oh no, Bluey. [92 words]