R, pointing at counter: What's that?
Me: What's what?
R: That, up there. The shiny things.
Me: Oh, those are your big coins (Two giant plastic dimes are on counter.)
R: No. The squares. The little squares to eat. [Pauses.] Chocolate?
Me: Yes, chocolate. (They are delicious Fiddle Fern Fudge, brought home from the Berkshires
R, all innocent: For me?
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