“Who wants a bagel?”
“Not me.”
“Why not?”
“Because…”
“Because?”
“Because bagels are for breakfast.”
“Not really.”
“They are for me.”
“Okay.”
There is an uncomfortable silence.
The person who is clearly in charge of food production starts up again, “how about a muffin?”
“What kind of muffin?”
“Well I was thinking of a pizza muffin.”
“A pizza muffin?”
“Yes. You take a muffin and sick ketchup, cheese and oregano on it.”
“Oh you’re talking about an English muffin.”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
