My team at work went out for a belated holiday lunch at a seafood place today.

It’s a small team at the moment, just me, another co-worker, and our boss. My boss is only a few years older than me, and we were peers before he was my manager, so we’re friends too.

“What do you think this is?” my boss said, picking up the third shaker next to the salt and pepper, containing a brown substance.

“Probably Old Bay,” I reply. He starts liberally applying over his crab cake and baked potato. “Or cinnamon.”

He puts down the shaker. We all burst out laughing.