[[BoxJam is telling BoxJamina a story in bed - her eyes are glazed]]
BoxJam: ...worked hard all summer, while the grasshopper lazed about... finally, the chilly autumn came...
BoxJam: ...so the grasshopper laid off the ant, and liquidated the ant hill, telling the ants things were like this because the potato bugs wanted to attack...
[['Mina's eyes perk up]]
BoxJamina: Why do all your stories end with preemptive attacks on the potato bugs?