Me: <sitting on the couch trying to look really innocent>
CFE: <walks in the front door, heads toward kitchen, doubles back, stares at laptop, stares at me, repeat>
Me: <tries to play off the tissues, totally fails>
CFE: O hell no.
Me: It was a momentary lapse of reason.
CFE: I was gone for 20 minutes! You shouldn't have even been able to get on the network!
Me: Your password-fu is weak. What kind of sorbet did you get?
CFE: You are not getting sorbet. You are getting The Stare of The Fuck Are You Doing?!
CFE: Let that be a lesson to you.
CFE: And ... that ... had better be done.
Me: It's done. For the most part.
CFE: Done, done.
CFE: I can't believe you hacked into my network for some bullshit.
Me: I fixed your weak-ass password problem, though.
CFE: <severe side-eye>
Me: Can I have some sorbet now?
And the rest is NSFW!