[A charmingly cluttered apartment, 6:27 am. Weekday morning. A fog-headed woman is dozing in an armchair after walking her delightfully precocious hound. An ominous tearing sound alerts her to goings on in the kitchen. She investigates.]
Oh hai! I'm just having some dessert after my kibbles. Why do you ask?
A suspicious bag of white powder is found ripped open. A sternly disapproving hand picks it up and glares at the offending pooch.
I know, I know. It's just...My belleh needs the noms. Real bad.
Aaahhhhg! I can't stop, it's so delicious and floury. Gimme the stuff! I needs it!