Grandmother: So my friend gave me dog biscuits for my birthday.
Teen girl: But you don’t have a dog.
Grandmother: She knew I would appreciate them, dear.
Teen girl: And it isn’t your birthday.
Grandmother: That doesn’t matter. I was going to save them for the Boxer that young man brings around the home, but I got hungry around noon.
Teen girl: Oh no. You didn’t.
Grandmother: What? It’s not as if I ate them plain. I boiled a cup of coffee and dipped them.