Paraphrased version of the best conversation I've had all week (courtesy of the dinner table):
Dinner tonight: sandwiches made with fried boneless chicken breasts.
Faith: This chicken reminds me of ice cream cones, and I don't know why.
Me: That's very cute, the way you say that. Also, really? It reminds me of fish.
Amy, who had just come back to the table: What?
Me: The chicken. It reminds me of fish.
Me: Well, Faith says the chicken reminds her of ice cream cones, but I said it reminds me of fish.
Amy: Really? The chicken just reminds me of... chicken.
Amy: The chicken reminds me of chicken. But it reminds Jax of fish and Faith of ice cream cones.
Mel: Oh. Yeah, the chicken reminds me of chicken, too.
Two pages done out of eight! Getting there!
Bella Swan is a necrophiliac.
- But is it chicken or fish?