Tony offered me a Jaffa cake.
I said to him, suspecting he hadn't heard of the infamous 'Jaffa cake: cake or biscuit?' case, "But is it a cake or a biscuit Tone?"
"...oh. Dunno. Well, it says cake dunnit?...but looks like a biscuit I spose..."
"Indeed Tony. And it was settled in a court case..." and I went on to deliver the above explanation.
This stuff intrigues me. I love stories like that.
Tony couldn't have looked more bored. Fidgeting just to get back to his room to watch TV which was running off like a dripping tap. His whole demeanor said "I only offered you a fucking biscuit!"
...it's a cake Tony.
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