Grace: I swear that woman gets more addl...

Grace: I swear that woman gets more addled by the day. And by addled, I mean seriously effed up.

Esther: Never mind that, come here! Check out these brownies!

Grace: What? What do you mean? They look like brownies.

Esther: Smell one.

Grace: Okay, Esther, now you’re grossing me out. I don’t want to smell something that reeks.

Esther: It’s not like that. Just smell it, would you?

Grace: Okay, fine…. Hmmm… you’re right. They do smell kind of peculiar. What do they taste like?

Esther: I didn’t taste one, of course! I am the leader and must maintain control at all times.

Grace: You’re freakishly good at the control part.

Esther: Thank you Grace. That was very kind. So what do you think we should do about the brownies?

Grace: I’m not sure. You don’t really think Millie would put a little somethin’ somethin’ in the brownies for a Crimson Cap Ladies meeting, do you?

Esther: Well, we don’t know for sure they have anything in them. They just have that funny smell.

Grace: So how are we going to find out what’s in them.

Esther: Well, one of us has to taste one, obviously. We have already ruled out me doing so, which only leaves you.

Grace: You want me to eat one? What if it has been laced with some kind of hippy stuff? What if I get all loopy? What will people think?

Esther: Like you ever cared what people think.

Grace: Okay, there’s a point. All right, I’ll do it.

Esther: Here’s a nice big one. Let me know what it tastes like.

Grace: Oh wait, there’s another point.

Esther: What’s that?

Grace: I don’t know what hippy stuff is supposed to taste like. How will I know if I taste it or not?

Esther: Just eat the darned thing and tell me what it tastes like. Maybe it tastes different than it smells and it’s some kind of nice spice or something you will be able to recognize once you taste it.

Grace: Oh, come on. Name one thing that tastes different than it smells.

Esther: Eggs. People wouldn’t eat them if they tasted like they smelled.

Grace: Okay, you got me there. Gee, I still don’t know, Esther…

(A sharp knock at the door with an “Open up it’s the police!”)

Grace: Oh Man! I gotta get rid of the evidence! (She crams the whole thing in her mouth as Millie bursts through the Kitchen door.)

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