Another chat moment, entering mid-conversation:

[semi-witty* banter ...]
Him: That's pretty witty.
Me: Don't be silly. Wit is not my domain. I'll leave that to you.
Him: What is your domain? Miss Boo: What is your secret (or not so) superpower?
Me: My superpower is so secret, even I am unaware of what it is. I have a number of lesser powers, however, like the ability to move furniture into pleasing configurations, make macaroni and cheese that kicks butt, and give really good footrubs.
Me: But as for my superpower, that is still hidden from me.
Him: Ahh, the mystic powers of feng shui, chesus ma'r'i, and oooh no other power needed.

[more semi-witty* banter (warning: this is where it gets kinda sentimental and shit) ...]
Me: The chicks stick together, and stuff like that. Don't you feel privileged to be invited to lunch with us?
Him: I feel just like one of the girls...
Me: Oh no, that's not why we allow you to join us!
Him: So why?
Him: And the bigger question, am I a full member, or a flavor of the month? :-)
Me: We invite you because ... ok, skipping to the bigger question - I think you're a full member. Unless, of course, you sour on us and we have to find another source of male devotion.
Him: I can quite seriously say that it's been a very long time since I came across a group of people who make me feel good about myself, and who I wish I could stop time and stay in a distant place with for a few days. I wouldn't presume to speak for you, but that's how I feel.
Him: So put that in your blog and smoke it. ;-)

*Semi-witty because only one of the two conversationalists had any wit to speak of in this dialogue. I think you can guess which one that was.