Lilith blushed and nodded, smiling at him lightly. "Grace you can have some strawberries if you want of some other type of fruit." Lilith suggested. Grace stuck her tongue out and touched it as if saying 'gross'. Lilith sighed and rolled her eyes, picking out a few strawberries and raspberries.
'This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.' — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
