agleam | w2 curfew (library)

Deceit and dishonesty.

How dare you besmirch my honor and my smores!

You staked your honor on falsehoods and microwaved sweets. You have no one but yourself to blame.

I got this from the restaurant! I can't believe you'd assume I microwaved it...! I'm wounded, Sheila. Wounded.

[he says, clearly smiling.]

Counterpoint: What makes you think the restaurant didn't microwave them, huh?

...Because it's a restaurant...?

[he does not understand modern restaurants. help.]

... Oh, sweetie, you're about to learn some uncomfortable truths about the restaurant industry.

—I'm never going to go to restaurants that seem modern to you so I don't have to worry about the reality here!