N. and I are talking about magic shows.
“I wouldn’t mind going to a magic show,” I say. “But not the kind where the magician is chained to the bottom of an aquarium and has to escape. I don’t like that kind of magic show. I’d much rather see a show where the magician takes rabbits out of a hat. And then cooks them. A nice sauce, a garnish. He could use some herbs. . .”
Then I realize that it’s probably a cooking show that I need to watch.