Buns of steel.
- Billie: I bought a cinnamon bun today. It's sitting on my desk. Pretty sure I hear it saying my name.
- Me: Wait. I'm confused. You bought a cinnamon bun? What time?
- Billie: I ordered it with lunch. I got a sandwich and saw cinnamon bun on the menu and said, "Ooooo."
- Me: Okay. You ordered a cinnamon bun. Why is it still there? This is where your story loses me.
- Billie: I'm not hungry right now.
- Me: This story sucks. You should rewrite it.