“Milk and hyenas.” She handed me the shopping list.

“Milk and hyenas?” I quizzed.

“Milk, and hyenas.” she insisted.

“Milk… hyenas?” I questioned again. Cautiously, I tried to gather a little more information. “Semi skimmed or full fat?”

“Semi skimmed.” she replied.

“Ah.” I nodded. I didn’t mean it.

“Wait—” she paused, pondered for a while, finger on teeth, eyes to her mind. “Semi skimmed milk. Full fat hyenas.” She prodded her fingers into her cheeks.

“Ah.” I nodded. I didn’t mean it.