"So, what should we do with this?" She turns the little plastic wrapped, semi-amorphous blob over in her hands.

I give it a wary look, half expecting it to leap out of its shield of plastic and start gnawing on my computer. "Dunno."

"Maybe...we could keep it? Build a shrine to it? As a memento from the south, or something."

"Worship it as a tool of evil?"

"Maybe. Hey, how long do you think it'll take before it turns green?"

We both stare at the Fresh Snak Honey Cake that had mysteriously appeared on the countertop two days ago for a moment. I narrow my eyes and tilt my head to the side. "In this house? I give it two days, tops."

She places it back on the counter top, and backs away.