Thin Mints. There is a girl in our apartment building who sells Girl Scout cookies and I used to buy like...six boxes a pop. I feel so bad that I can't. I've taken to giving her the money for them, but telling her to give them to other people. My mom used to throw them in the blender with vanilla ice cream and some heavy cream and we'd blend it. Best stuff in the world.

[ A groan from Gwen and she lets herself dramatically slide down on her seat, now lying down on it with her legs draped over the side. ]

Hives for me. And I'd be cool with it if Benedryl worked? But forget that. Might as well be swallowing a Good and Plenty for all the good it does.