She: “Why would anyone name a cookie Spunkmeyer?”

Me: “Maybe it invoked a pleasant memory.”

She: “Of what, spunk?”

Me: “Yes, Meyer’s spunk. There’s a whole tie-in with milk there, too. Or maybe it’s a revered family name.”

She: “We could do research and find out.”

Me: “Either way, I’m not sure I want to know.”