“Seriously?” Michael says, taking the bag and looking at it like it's the coolest thing he's ever seen. He holds it up and points at it. “This is like on TV. I always wanted one of these. You're a genius.”
“Wait, wait,” Stan interrupts, incredulously holding a hand out for them to stop. “...You're Lee? Is that what this is?” He looks at Michael like he's halfway between laughing and feeling betrayed. “She's the Lee, that's what you're telling me?”
Michael turns to look at him as if suddenly remembering he exists and then immediately regretting that remembrance. “Shut it, Stan,” he replies, rolling his eyes.