Rude, Dave. I am not even remotely close to crazy. Crazy would be... I dunno, talking to the milk carton like it's another person or something. I am perfectly sane, do need to worry. I am not going to like... suddenly maul you or something.

But okay, let's see... Jane did at least teach you how to do boxed mixed, surely. If not, I assume you can read instructions.

[He opens the box and dumps the powder into the mixing bowl before handing the now empty box to Dave and scooting the bowl between them.]