I am in the break room with Keem this morning.  She is filling her water container with ice (we have ice in our break room!  It’s awesome!  Crushed ice even!).  I hear her softly singing.

DM:  What did you say?
Keem (sing song):  Ice is good.  Ice is great.  Unfortunately you can’t take it out on a date.

In a normal tone she continues.

Keem:  Because it would melt.
DM:  What are you doing?
Keem:  Channeling you, apparently.

My world is askew when I’m the normal one.