text:  Yeah, Evie's the dog. I was like, no, no, I'll wait. It's fine. It's fine. And so just at the point I had screwed my courage to the sticking point, the rug got pulled out from under me. So Mark came back, sat down, picked up his knife, and I feel like we were having steak or prime rib or I don't know. I feel like it was very fancy in my head. I was like, so I had this idea that it's probably a dumb idea, and I don't even know if it would work, but what if...