“It wasn’t a mistake! You tried to poison me,” he accused. It took everything I had not to roll my eyes. “No one has ever died from eating a raisin, Foster.” That was probably an exaggeration, but I stood by my dramatic statement. He narrowed his eyes. “Raisins…” “Are nature’s candy?” I suggested. “Belong in the trash.” “Okay, duly noted. No more raisins.”
