A Minor Variation
Rob coughed and spit a biscuit into his hand. "This is disgusting!"
"The Cinnamon biscuits?"
"Cinnamon?! This is chilli!"
"What?" John tasted one, and swore loudly. "Cinnamon and Chilli - same color!"
"You baked these?"
"Harry was meant to bake them, but promised to bring me if I did it for her. If Harry finds out about these biscuits, she'll tell Mum I was here drinking, and Mum won't let me play in the final! We need to eat them!"
Harry rolled her eyes at the rugby team - stumbling around, snorting, and cramming biscuits into their mouths: "After just one beer!"