"Well, cake is always good... but you're not going to just eat cake for lunch?" He frowned at the bars. "I hope you bought something else at 7-11."
"No, but I already ate my leftover chicken salad from yesterday as part of a lunch. It was nutritious, but there wasn't a whole lot left, so it wasn't a full meal. I was going to supplement it with the granola. But now I think perhaps I need cake. Well not need, exactly, but want."
"Sometimes people need cake."
"Need is a strong word. I tend to mix those two up, need and want. I don't really NEED cake. I need LUNCH, for example, but I don't need cake."
"All you really need is a little food, some water, and shelter."
"And the internet, don't forget the internet."
"Well of course the internet also."
My phone rang, then his did. As I had my business conversation, I half-listened to his conversation as well. "Oh that's right," he said with pretend surprise, "there is a cake today. " He paused. "You're waiting for us? No go ahead, it's okay."
I finished up my phone call explaining, "It seems there is a cake downstairs, and I need to help eat it."
We both hung up our phones. I tossed my granola bars aside, and we looked at each other. "I guess we'd better go have some cake."