Someone had put a loaf of zucchini bread on the public, “you all are welcome to eat this” table in the lab. (Yes, in the lab. I believe we’ve covered this. It’s not like we ate it off of our lab notebooks or anything.) There wasn’t much left, but I had a piece from the end of it. The Doktah was working nearby, and I sidled over to her and whispered conspiratorially, “Don’t have any of the zucchini bread. It’s really dry.”
She looked at me. “It’s banana bread! And I made it.”
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