I dutifully passed on the message, and he had the grace to look embarrassed. "That didn't happen at home," he mumbled. I raised my eyebrows inquiringly. He leaned toward the desk and said, "Don't tell the librarian, but that wasn't food on the books." (I'm not sure who he thought I was, sitting there at the reference desk, but okay.)
I hated to ask. But of course I had to. "So...what was it?" I cringed inside, waiting for the answer.