[When she gets to the kitchen, she may find that there's a lovely looking cake on the counter. He took great pains to redecorate and disguise it; it's about as harmless looking as your average vanilla-vanilla layer cake.
Beside the cake is a man, with most of his upper body stuck in the fridge.]
Oh, yes.
[He pulls out a small jar of olives and sets it on the counter next to the cake. Are they meant to go together? Are they not? Hard to say.
He makes eye contacts and smiles (for all appearances) politely.]
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Beside the cake is a man, with most of his upper body stuck in the fridge.]
Oh, yes.
[He pulls out a small jar of olives and sets it on the counter next to the cake. Are they meant to go together? Are they not? Hard to say.
He makes eye contacts and smiles (for all appearances) politely.]
Afternoon.