Kurt: God, I hate this stupid container.
Kim: Yeah, what a mess.
Kurt: The design is crap. Look at this, you can't even flip the lid open. There's just a hole punched in the corner. But then the spice gets caught in the ridge and winds up all over the place.
Kim: Not well thought out, is it?
Kurt: No, it's not. Cheap, flimsy garbage. That's why I keep some of my mom's old spice boxes and refill them. They knew how to make things back then. [Brandishes an Empress box of cloves.]
Kim: Wow! Cloves were $3.89 in the seventies?
Kurt: They were a luxury in Yorkton.
Kim: Before the global food revolution.
Kurt: Back when ships helmed by bedouins navigated the spice route.
Kim: Hey. I thought the bedouins were a nomadic desert people who probably didn't have much to do with ships.
Kurt: You wanna be fed tonight?
Kim: Yeah.
Kurt: Then stop interrupting my story.
Kim: Ok, fine. The bedouins traveled overland to Saskatchewan in caravans.
Kurt: Setting up makeshift markets by the train tracks. You didn't bring your children there.
Kim: The prices were outrageous, but you paid them.
Kurt: How else could we have fully enjoyed mom's glazed ham with canned pineapple rings and maraschino cherries?
Kim: How indeed? Your mom went to great lengths for ham.
Kurt: That she did.
[Pause]
Kim: I'm glad you're not making that tonight.
Kurt: Me too. By the way, I've decided to deny you the salmon after all.
Kim: I don't know why I keep coming here.
Kurt: Me neither.
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