It was ten o'clock on a Tuesday morning and she had just returned from the kitchen, yogurt cup in hand. She dug her spoon out of the middle drawer where she always kept it, not trusting the community silverware in the kitchen. As she was pulling the foil lid off the cup she felt that familiar tingle that meant he was leaning over her from the other side of the desk.

"Hi."

"What's up?"

"Okay, look, this might sound weird, and there's no reason for me to know this, but that mixed berry yogurt you're about to eat has expired."