After Mark's mechanical pencil ran out of lead, he asked Pete who sat next to him, if he could borrow a pencil. Pete yelled "No Mark, if you didn't come prepared then it is not my fault. Bring two pencils next time. You can't have mine or you will never learn your lesson!"
As Edna seated herself at table with them she thought, "Better a dinner of herbs," though it did not take her long to discover that it was no dinner of herbs, but a delicious repast, simple, choice, and in every way satisfying.
