"Pots?"
"Yes Tony?"
"Where did you get this food from?"
"Is something wrong with the risotto?"
"No, there's nothing wrong with the risotto. It just seems different. You're a creature of habit. Whenever you order in dinner it's always from the same place. I'm just worried you've finally got so fed up with me you want to poison me- I can't think of anything else that would explain the change in food."
"I made it."
"Made what?"
"The Parthenon. Really Tony, what have we been discussing?"
"The risotto? You made it?"
"Your genius knows no bounds."
"…Oh. Well it's delicious."