So I was at a production meeting for Macbeth, the next show I'm doing. Unfortunately, a major storm had hit the night before. The meeting itself was outside, but a handful of us had to venture inside to look at some of the weapons. Lit by just a single flashlight, here's the conversation:
Denise: We need to get rid of some of this food before it goes bad.
Brenda: Hmm, nobody finished off the cookies from the other night.
Eric: Oooh, cookies!
Brenda: ...wait, that was Eric, wasn't it?
No, I'm not famous for my appetite, why do you ask?