You may say that talking is an art. The art of talking! Although if it really is, it's one of those you have to handle with care, like the art of war. I'm not a master, maybe I never get to promote from follow the rules to set them. Maybe. I walk on the safe side of that thin red line that separates the kind from the effusive, the friendly from the excessive, the natural from the cheeky, the appropriate from the inappropriate. It's the good sense the experience brings, that experience that tells you to run away if good sense didn't arrive on time.