Your best friend, Valerie, is over at your house for a visit. You two have been close since the beginning of high school. You’ve seen her progress with her skills in being a pianist and a violinist, then start an amateur modeling career, (despite it not lasting that long) and her ultimately writing a detective novel called “The Answer”. Not that any of that really matters.

Valerie was looking through your pantry for something to eat. She pulls out a thing of crackers without a box.

“What are these… Ritz?” she says to herself.