Ketchup

E called up at 1 in the afternoon. They were gonna pick me up from home for a lunch outside.We had a guest.
It was made worthwhile with the lively discussions over the table(literally) and watching a cute little girl brushing her teeth with a spoonful of chocolate sauce...

To me, it was like those hazy dream sequences which you are in, when you are actually , up from a deep sleep and trying to balance yourself on your two feet. Spoke little, like an almost silent spectator, like these ketchup squezzers.