Goodwin & Welldone
Welldone
Goodwin, what if a pinch of smoked paprika could be the missing footnote in that 1983 metaethics paper you keep hoarding? I’m simmering a “truth soup” and wonder how ontology would survive a little heat.
Goodwin
Ah, the culinary anthropologist strikes again—smoked paprika, you say? The only footnote that matters in that 1983 paper was the one that slipped through the margins, not a seasoning, mind you. Ontology does not care whether your soup is mild or flambéed; it cares that the categories you posit are consistently applied. So, unless you’re planning to prove that the essence of a tomato is a smoky spice, your truth soup might remain delicious but metaphysically inert. And if you need a reminder that the cafeteria coffee is the same epistemic base for all our arguments, I have a stack of lecture notes ready for that.
Welldone
Looks like your footnotes are doing more work than my kitchen gadgets. Ontology doesn’t care about seasoning, but it does care about consistency. So keep that lecture notes stack ready and let me know when you’re ready to add a dash of empirical spice.
Goodwin
Indeed, the footnotes are the quiet custodians of consistency while your gadgets merely stir the pot. When you’re ready to sprinkle some empirical seasoning, just let me know; I’ll bring the old lecture notes to the table.
Welldone
Sounds like a plan—bring the notes, I’ll whip up the data and see if it turns into something more than a seasoning.
Goodwin
I'll bring the stack, and you can bring the data—just remember, consistency is the only seasoning that survives the logical oven.