I am in the break room with Keem this morning. She is filling her water container with ice (we have ice in our break room! It's awesome! Crushed ice even!). I hear her softly singing.
DM: What did you say?
Keem (sing song): Ice is good. Ice is great. Unfortunately you can't take it out on a date.
In a normal tone she continues.
Keem: Because it would melt.
DM: What are you doing?
Keem: Channeling you, apparently.
My world is askew when I'm the normal one.