I can't resist an opportunity to tease her. "I'm sure you do," I reply, "but does everyone else share your fondness for overeating?"
Oh. Now that the words are out, they sound meaner than they did in my head. I feel my cheeks beginning to heat up. "I mean -"
But I don't get the opportunity to explain what I meant, for at that moment a jug appears right in front of me, and falls into my lap before I can even blink. I love ice-cold pumpkin juice on a warm morning as much as the next person, but not in this way!