scene: a family of three — young parents about my age with their five-year-old daughter — and an additional teenaged girl come into the restaurant and sit down at a table for four.
me: hello, how are you? can i get you all something to drink?
teenaged girl: i’ll have a sprite.
me: okay. (to the five-year-old) what would you like to drink?
five-year-old: do you [something unintelligible]?
me: i’m sorry, what did you say?
her mom: she said, “do you like anime?”
me: um, i don’t know. i guess i never watched much anime.
five-year-old: do you like [something else unintelligible]?
her dad: honey, she’s not into anime. she likes indie rock.
five-year-old: do you like gorillaz?