Percy: What are you doing in your Private Dining Car, Marcus? As soon as Jan served your breakfast, you picked up your bowl and left the kitchen.
Marcus: I heard Jan made quite an impression Sunday and I'm not sure she can be trusted around food now.
Percy: Oh, it's about time Jan made a good impression on someone.
Marcus: I said she made quite an impression. The word good was not mentioned.
Percy: Uh-oh, what did she do this time?
Marcus: After church on Sunday, she went to lunch with Mr. M (Mr. Minister), Mrs. M, their three young children and Mr. MD.
Percy: They took along a doctor? Where did they eat?
Marcus: No, not a doctor. Mr. MD is Mr. Minister's Dad.
Percy: Oh. So how did Jan make an impression?
Marcus: She ate Mr. M's lunch!
Percy: She what?
Marcus: She was halfway through Mr. M's lunch before the waitress stopped by to find out who hadn't gotten their food - their chicken chimichanga.
Percy: That's Jan's favorite Mexican meal. A chicken chimichanga with salad, rice and beans. With lots of (mild) hot sauce poured over it. She must have enjoyed that.
Marcus: Actually, she was disappointed. No beans, but lots of rice. And the taste just wasn't up to the usual standard. She was thinking she wouldn't order one of those again.
Percy: But if she wasn't eating a chicken chimichanga, what was she eating?
Marcus: A shrimp chimichanga.
Percy: Oh. So Mr. M got her chicken meal?
Marcus: No. The waitress took the half eaten shrimp plate and swapped it for the chicken one. Jan enjoyed every bite of that meal.
Percy: Did Mr. M ever get anything to eat?
Marcus: Yes, he did get a fresh shrimp chimichanga plate.
Percy: So everything ended well. That doesn't explain why you brought your bowl in the living room to eat in your PDC.
Marcus: You don't really think I'd trust Jan around my food after hearing that story, do you?
Percy: A good point. I think I'll go guard ... er, nap by the kitty kibble.