Our FA, savvy to the left-over Krispie Kremes in the lobby kitchenette, decides to rescue a couple. They are a bit stale late in the day but 20 seconds in the microwave performs restoration. “U want one too?”,she asks the FO. “Naw —” he says. “I’d go right to my hips…” he jabs. He helps himself to some fresh fruit from a basket instead. She downs them lustily but at 0500 the next morning, when we again meet it’s breakfast. She’s has a memory like a trap. Our hapless FO has his’ self a plate full of split biscuits smothered in Chip Sausage Gravy. EuuuEeee. She’s still smarting from yesterday… Do you think she took her best shot?