(oven timer beeps)
MN: Brownies are up. (opens oven door, sending drool-inducing scent through kitchen)
Nora: Oh, man, those are going to go quickly.
Storyteller: Coming through with the radish bars.
MN: How long will those need?
Storyteller: About ten, twenty minutes. (pops them into oven after MN removes brownies) How's the mix coming, Nora?
Nora: I made two kinds. There's the sweet kind, with the chocolate and peanut butter and powdered sugar, and then there's the savory kind, with the soy sauce and a whole bunch of hot peppers.
MN: Whoa, wait a minute, what kind of hot peppers?
Nora: Oh, the kind from...uh, the kind from the...uh...canister marked "Tenochtitlan Bonfire...eat at your own risk." (gulps)
MN: Oh man, those are the super-hots. Those things'll fry your mouth and half your neurons. Pull them out. (Nora starts to do so, with some difficulty)
Storyteller: And we'll all be running around like the Fraggles that ate from the Tooth Tower...Erin, why on earth do you keep those around?
MN: Because there's a nest of miniature fire dragons in one of the trees outside, and they're awfully fond of these. Keeps their flame glands nourished.
Nora: (picks last pepper out of party mix) Got the last one.