You say potato, I say hot dog.

Every day, we all eat breakfast in the office.  I also happen to eat my lunch in there, as the "vegetarian" option in the cafeteria usually includes some sort of meat broth.  Instead, normally I eat some soup.  

The Thai teachers are confounded by our diet.  They especially hate the smell of soup, for some reason, and when they walk into the office during lunch they make faces and open all the windows and doors.  Mind you, their lunch menu often includes fish, scales, eyeballs, and all, the aroma not exactly pleasant.

Yesterday, as I was making my breakfast of toast and coffee, I looked over at Nummon, who was unwrapping her breakfast.  It was a hot dog, slathered with mayonnaise.  I tried to hide my horror and went about getting my breakfast.  

On my way to my desk I grabbed a bag of tangerines I had bought to share.

  

When I offered one to Nummon, still munching on her breakfast hot dog, she wrinkled her nose and said, "for breakfast???"