Two raisins sit quietly on a counter. An hour passes, but they say nothing to each other.
I don't see why you're surprised. Raisins fail to grasp even the most rudimentary elements of small-talk. Once, a man in Pittsburgh conversed with a raisin about the weather, or so legend tells us. But essentially, raisins are quiet creatures and you shouldn't be upset if they don't reply to the happy greetings you offer them in your singsong voice.