Sorry, Brian - I wasn't ignoring you - we crossposted.
Your tapioca story brought back a memory of mine. A friend and I applied for a grant to "buy time" to finish works in progress and we'd agreed that the one who got it would treat the other to a slap-up feed. I was lucky, so the meal was my shout. As we entered the restaurant a voice whispered "good evening, Miss" and my friend recognised the waiter as a lad she'd been instrumental in dismissing from the school she worked at. As we sat down, I advised "don't have the soup!"
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