"Why, thank you," he replies dryly.
I miss the second level of the sarcasm entirely and act hurt as we get into the car, saying "I was trying to help!" Andrei responds that he meant it humorously. I say that perhaps I'm not able to process that level of humor at this hour.
Andrei arches an eyebrow. "So what you're saying is that I should have just hit you in the face with a pie."
I keel over, laughing so hard I have to stop the car. (Fortunately, we were still in the driveway at that point.)
Erm. Maybe you had to be there.