“That’s not helpful,” I pointed out. “That’s like saying ‘here’s a sandwich, this will go one of two ways, you’ll eat it, or you won’t’ and that’s not a real prediction. Those were the only two options there ever were anyway.” “Not true. Maybe I’d smash it in your face and let mayonnaise run riot through your hair. I’ve been known to do that in the past.” I rolled my eyes, smiling despite myself.
