I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. This is the worst restaurant in town.
Me: Stella, I thought I made it clear to you. This is not a restaurant.
Stella: Why do humans get to choose their own food? Why can’t we have one of those things you pick food from?
Me: A menu?
Stella: If you say so. You bring home all kinds of food from all kinds of places. Why can’t we do that?
Me: Your food may be boring, but it’s good for you. It doesn’t make you sick. Some of our foods and spices would.
Stella: How would you like it if every meal you ate was the same?
Me: I would find it kind of boring. I’d still eat it. You know, so as not to starve.
Stella: Would you go to that restaurant every day?
Me: Probably not.
Stella: So why should we eat at this restaurant every day?
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