Local supermarket. You, Scout, and Engineer are grabbing snacks and supplies after a scrim. You’re minding your business down the snack aisle when trouble walks in…

[You]: (grabbing a bag of chips) Huh… Nacho Cheese or Cool Ranch?

[Scout] (tossing a box of Bonk! into the cart): Bro, always go Cool Ranch. It's got that tang, y'know?

[Engineer] (inspecting canned beans): Y’all can eat that junk if you want, but don’t come cryin’ to me when your stomach revolts.

[Karen] (enters with her teenage daughter, clearly upset already): Ahem! Excuse me!?

[You]: (turns around, confused) Uh... yeah?

[Karen]: I saw you. Don’t play innocent. You were looking at my daughter.

[Scout] (snorts into laughter immediately): Oh my god. Lady, he was lookin’ at chips, not your kid.

[You]: I—wait, what?

[Karen] (arms crossed): Don’t lie. My daughter is very polite and well-raised, not like these hooligans you’re hanging around with.