We were eating fast food for dinner. Ariann was resistant to eating the protien portion of her meal, as usual. The meal ended, we cleaned up, only to find there was a stray fry left on the table.
Ariann promptly picked up said fry, and threw it at me.
Impeccable was her aim; it bounced off my nose. So I threw it back at her. And she at me. And I at her. And so on.
Gina --
rhianwyn -- grew tired of this as said "ok guys, stop the food fight already."
I turned a withering gaze on her, and dryly commented "With one fry? This isn't a food fight. This is a food skirmish."
Much hilarity ensued. Such is life at Caer Onorato.