A Very Important Discussion

"Bruh. Bruuuuh. So if it's a beanstalk, why doesn't anything else have stalks?" the centaur passed his cigarette to his buddy, a green, shining pixie lounging on his shoulder. A collection of empty amber beer bottles surrounded them in the street.
"Like a corn stalk. Corn has stalks," she replied. The cigarette was nearly as large as she was, but she didn't seem to care about that.
"Nah. Corn is ears. I'm taking stalks. Like... the curly stuff that grows on trellises. I know cause I'm a botanist, okay? A real botanist. I do the corn thing as a *hic* job."
"Corn is... oh, yeah, duh. Ears of corn. I knew that. But... so a stalk is, like, a vine, then? In your botanical... plantman knowledge."
"Maybe. Like a... stalk of grapes."
"Heeeey! A stalk of grapes!" And they both laughed, as if it was the funniest joke in all of Z'hrat. They didn't even noticing the shadowy figure crouched the rooftop above them, watching, listening, and biting back a chuckle of their own.