"You wound me, sir." Theo threw a hand dramatically across his chest, closing his eyes -- though he held onto the onion he was peeling. Jokingly, he added, "Well, not everyone can have taste."
As he returned to work, he shrugged. "I might just hold you to that, you know. Come back in thirty years with my fabulous riches and fame and rub it in your face. That, or you'll find me floating in the harbor sometime and it'll just ruin your morning."
Another shrug, with a quick grin. "I find that having a sense of humor makes life a little more bearable. Come on, it's not like you'd starve if you didn't get someone to peel these onions."
can't say good morning without lying twice
