“Eating oranges is hard work,” I say to Scott, smiling inwardly because he will think I am serious.

“You don’t know what hard work is!” he responds, disgusted that I might be such a princess. “You should try —”

“Oh but my jaws just ache by the time I scrape all the pulp off,” I drawl like a southern belle, “and there is so much effort for such little return!”