Marie Callender's Going Down

Last night before we fell asleep:

Jon: Woah, nice dragon breath!

Moi: What?! I just flossed, brushed my teeth and used mouth wash. You can't be serious.

Jon: I can still smell it with my back to you. What is that?

Moi: . . . Garlic croutons.

Jon: Sick.

Moi: Turn back!

Jon: I can't. I have to look out for my interests.

Moi: And what are those?

Jon: Breathing.

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The croutons are in the trash. I blame Marie Callender.