The yoga teacher checking students in hunches over the desk, trying her best to be cordial and efficient while Clean Eating Lady is dominating. "I had steel cut oats. Dried cherries. Coconut oil," Clean Eating Lady itemizes.

"Okay, coconut oil. So you just melted it down?" Yoga teacher is trying her best to do the job she's paid to do while feigning interest in the breakfast lives of yogis.

I feel bad for interrupting Oatmeal 101 but that feeling lasts for 0.4 seconds.

"Hi, my husband and I are not checked in yet."

"Okay, are you in the system?"

"We are," I say.

Clean Eater is going to combust if she does not finish the ingredients. "And then I added agave."

"Oh, agave, so that was your sweet," says Yoga teacher.

I can't stop laughing. I've been laughing all day.

I finished "Gone Girl" this afternoon and found it mildly overrated, but it did suspend a good mystery.

But not like the mystery of what Clean Eating Lady put in her oatmeal. We were all waiting with bated breath to find out what her sweet was.

Agave. That's what.