“Are those dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets?” he asks. “And if they are?” He clears his throat. “Surprising choice for an adult’s meal. Then again, your vegetable is a solitary baby carrot drowning in ranch. Perhaps your regard for nutrition is like that of most Americans. Deplorable.” “It was four carrots!” “Ah, but you only ingested three,” he says. “Considering one of them hit my forehead.”
