"Did you find them?" my cousin asked, inquiring as to the fate of my aunt's famous delicious deviled eggs.
"Oh, I know where they are," said my brother importantly, then added, in a self-denying tone, "it's really difficult to keep myself from going and eating them all."
My cousin scoffed in amusement. "The struggle is real," she reported, with a glance in my direction: "#firstworldproblems."