Jill: Hi, Wilson. What's all that smoke?
Wilson: Well, Jill, I'm burning food as a sacrifice for the Chinese festival of hungry ghosts.
Jill: Well, that's a switch. For once I'm cooking something good and you're burning food.
Wilson: Of course, the people eating my food are already dead.
Jill: I'm making chicken cacciatore. You got any fresh oregano?
Wilson: Yes, indeed. I just picked a fresh batch here to burn for my ghosts.