“The maple syrup guy can’t do the November lecture, so I’m scrambling to find a replacement.” “Uh-oh.” Eve stretched her mouth into an expression of mock horror. “Sounds like a sticky situation.” Amanda looked puzzled for a moment, and then made a sound that resembled a chuckle. “Sorry.” Eve frowned. “Humor’s not my specialty. At least that’s what my ex-husband used to tell me.” “Nice,” Amanda said. “I’m sure you appreciated his honesty.” “Absolutely. He was full of constructive criticism.”
Witty repartee: check.
