"Thin Mints"

You step over and look in the wagon. You notice that it looks pretty picked clean, and you figure that they've sold most of their cookies already. You ask Lin, "Do you have any Thin Mints left?"

Lin gives a start, realizing that you're talking to her. Glancing down, avoiding eye contact, she softly says, "Sorry, we've sold them all. They're our most popular cookie."

"That's too bad; they're my favorite," you reply.

"I think we have some more back home, though, " Lin suggests.