"Outside?" Sheldon shudders. "Where the insects are?"

"I am not trying to upstage you! I’m trying to save the dessert course from mediocrity!"

"No. It involves the nature of altruism. We performed a good deed today—feeding the bereaved. Yet, the motivation was not purely charitable. Mom wanted social dominance. Meemaw wanted culinary superiority. Georgie wanted profit. Even I wanted to avoid the funeral because I find the hymns monotonously repetitive."