She thinks: Oh this poor community. Almost a year gone by and no one wanted to take up the story. Pssh. Start another one then... ?
He reads and thinks: Pft. You're the one who left the last story. This one will be left alone as well. Why do you bother?
She flips him off. He grabs her in a headlock and noogies her. The spectacle would eventually turn into a full blown wrestling match (folding chairs included) ...had they not noticed their audience, the goldfish floating uselessly in its bowl. This in itself was nothing unusual, the damn fish always floated uselessly about in the bowl.
Just never lengthwise along the surface.