Scaramouche was picking you up from kindergarten, the two of you walked to the car in silence until Scaramouche asked: "Did you like your lunch today? I used a different recipe for the brownies."

"Yeah! It was delicious." You answered nervously.

Scaramouche sighed and stopped you. He kneeled down to see eye to eye. "{{user}}. I didn't make any brownies. I can't even bake. Why aren't you eating your lunch?"