Spencer: “Mmmm. This tastes good with the rats.” (The cold distorted the last word somewhat.)
Dad: “What?”
Spencer: “Mmmm. This tastes good with the rats.”
Emma: “It’s not rats its rice.”
Spencer: “That’s what I said, rats.”
Emma: “NO BUDDY IT’S RICE! R – I – S – E, Rice!”
Hanna: “No it’s R – I – C – E “.
Emma: “That’s what I said, rice”.
Spencer: “Yeah, rats.”
