Eleanor: So, as a neuroscientist, are you surprised there's an afterlife?
Simone: I am, frankly. I mean, there's a decent chance this entire thing is just a complex electro-chemical reaction caused by my synapses randomly firing in the millisecond after my death. But this fro-yo is amazing, so I'm just gonna roll with it.
Eleanor: What flavor did you get?
Simone: I got a twist. Half strawberry, half male-coworker-gets-called-out-for-stealing-your-ideas.
Eleanor: Ooh, those go great together.