The Jillian chronicles: The incident with the cherries

Monday, 7:30 am: I bring in a large container of cherries and place them on the counter in the office kitchen area, which is the universal gesture for help yourself.

Monday, 8:25 am: Jillian knocks on my (open) office door.

Yes?
Did you bring in the cherries?
Uh huh.
Thanks. I really love cherries, but they're so expensive that I never get them.
Help yourself. These were on special and there are really too many for just the two of us at home.
Thank you so so much.

Monday, noon:

Knock, knock.
Yes?
Gosh, Rachel, these cherries are terrific!
Thanks.

Monday, 3:45 pm:

Knock, knock.
Uh huh.
Rachel, are you done with the cherries? Because if you are I'll wrap them up and put them in the refrigerator.
Good. Thanks.

Sometime on Tuesday morning:

Knock, knock.
Nod.
I'm really enjoying these cherries, Rachel.
Shrug.
Ciao!

Wednesday afternoon:

Knock, knock.
Sigh.
Just wanted to thank you again for the cherries.
Great.

Thursday, lunchtime:

Knock.
Mmm hmm?
These cherries really are good.
Unintelligible.

Friday afternoon:

Knock, knock.
Head turns toward door.
I can't believe how many cherries I've eaten.
Oh?
Thank you so much.
You're welcome.

The following Monday afternoon:

Knock, knock.
Yes?
I just wanted you to know, Rachel, that I'm still eating those cherries.
Really?
Yeah. I had to wash mold off of them today, but they're still tasty.
Gag.