"God, it's hot."
"Yeah."
"It makes me want to eat chili."
"You mean, spicy? Like Indian."
"No, chili chili. With beans."
"Oh."
"I kind of want biscuits, too. Maybe a sandwich. A sandwich with biscuits, not bread. You know?"
"I don't know. Seems like ice cream weather to me."
"You don't know what you're talking about."