“I hope you don’t mind, I decided to order KFC for dinner today,” I said.
“Eh, no worries lah. Once in a while it’s ok.” Kat shrugged.
“Fuh, can you smell that?!” I took a whiff of the fried chicken, all jumbled up in the paper box, parts of chicken anatomy of various shapes in assortment like a fragrant game of Tetris. “I hope you don’t mind, I ordered the Mixed option this time around. I know you’ve been preferring the Hot and Spicy flavour lately, but my heart is still set on the Original.”
“Well, the irony is that to be Spicy is actually more Original,” Kat said archly.