“Taking advice from a crazy person makes you just as crazy and equally culpable.” I said more calmly than I felt.

“But she sounds like she knows what she is talking about and she is just so damned sincere!” Jason toyed with his spaghetti.

“I know. She’s insidious that way. Like a spiderweb. Pretty and interesting but designed with singular purpose- getting food.”

He gave me a funny look.

I shrugged. “Okay, so that didn’t go exactly where I thought it was going to-”

“Yeah…”

“But I stand by it. You listen to crazy you get crazy advice. Then if you act on crazy advice, you take on her crazy. It infects you and you become a vector.”

“Then what should I do?” Jason cried in frustration.

“Woah, calm down there. It’s not the end of the world.” I stuffed a pesto-filled ravioli into my mouth. “Man these are good. Are you sure you don’t want a bite?”

“Nah, I don’t eat green things.”

“That’s crazy.” I said, giving him a significant look.

“This is me ignoring you.”

“Gotcha. That’s your answer by the way.”