Sarah suddenly flipped down her newspaper and called into the other room.
She got up and walked to the bar, eating one of the peppers that he was chopping.
"Would you rather be good or bad?"
"Whatever do you mean?" he asked, swiping her hand away.
"Like if you could only choose to be 100% good or 100% bad, what would you be?"
Peter pondered for a moment, "does the past count? Because I am no demon, but I assure you, I have never danced on the head of a pin."
"No, it doesn't. From now until the day you die you can only be purely good or purely bad. Which do you choose?"
"Well, I think I would choose good, wouldn't you?"
"I don't know," she said playfully stealing another pepper. "Good puts so many limitations on you, whereas bad doesn't. It's like, murder is bad, but bad is not murder.
You don't have to do all the bad, but if you wanted to, you've got it all on your fingertips."
"I guess," he said as he dumped the chopped vegetables into the skillet.
"Hey, if someone made a list of all of the inherently good things in the world and then a list of all the inherently bad things in the world, which do you think would be longer?"
Peter sighed, "Sarah, it's almost time to eat. Why don't you go and set the table?"