I ate Marcel’s candy bar. Well, not the whole thing; I’d only promised him a bite. Scott helped me eat it, too, so I wasn’t solely responsible for its consumption. I did purchase it in the company of Marcel, however, and assured him the entire time that, yes, of course, he could have a bite of mine once he had finished the one I was buying for him. “I noticed that the Crunchie is gone,” Marcel remarked forlornly the next day. Large portions of his own candy bar had gone missing under mysterious circumstances (a different post for never) and he was looking for a little chocolate comfort in the form of that one tasty bite I’d promised him. We would seem to be…