"I have an apple tree but I assumed it would grow apples the way trees are generally known to do. Kitchens of the kind I'm used to do not grow anything on their own."

"Kitchens of the kind I'm used to have ingredients in them."

She takes a bite of pie.

As does the Prince.

"The pie is very nice."

"Yes, it's very tasty, thank you. Are you... hm... if I finish my slice of pie, and then we leave the plate, right here, with nothing on it, would you expect it to keep having nothing on it?"

"Yes. I can predict with some fidelity the remainder of this conversation; you will ask 'then why is it different, for your kitchen?' and I will say 'because it is a kitchen, and not a plate,' and you will say 'what makes a kitchen so different, then,' and I will say 'it is a kitchen,' and however many more sentences remain, you will end up entirely unsatisfied and I will end up needlessly irritated. Let us elide the whole affair."

"I was going to say that I am accustomed to kitchens that behave like plates. Clearly yours isn't one of those."