(My head bent down. Shoulders hunched forward over the table. I look up at you and then furtively look back down. My chair makes a sound as I angle my body so you can't see what I'm doing)
(I mumble to myself)
"Chocolate to be frozen - check.
Sugary candy separated from other chocolatey candy so as not to contaminate the flavor - check.
Stale no-name Halloween candy placed in garbage, under jar of applesauce so kids can't freak that I threw away candy - check.
Private candy stash assembled and ready to be hidden in my closet - check."