Rose: We never had a barbecue in St. Olaf after the tragedy.
Dorothy: I guess we have to ask.
Sophia: No, we don't.
Dorothy: She'll work it in anyway. What tragedy, Rose?
Rose: I can't talk about it.
Dorothy: Fine.
Sophia: Good.
Rose: But it had to do with barbecuing elk, a big fire and someone who lost his balance.
Dorothy: Got it.
Sophia: Clear as a bell.