"I'm always nice." Monet peeled back the foil wrapping on the top of her yogurt and grabbed a spoon from the silverware drawer. There was a bag of granola in the cabinet (or at least, there had better be) and she decided that combined with the yogurt, it would be perfectly acceptable to carry her over until work. She'd at least have enough energy to put the finish touches on her latest art review.
"Banks' name was misleading," she said, scowling slightly as she dug through the cabinet. "He wanted me to buy him a drink. I won't be calling him-- where's my granola?"