The gnome in the party ordered a pie to share a couple games back, and no one wanted it. So he put the rest in his backpack. And then the next morning no one wanted to eat it even more because... well. Backpack pie.
Rogue: /comes back from sleuthing Gnome: Are you the real you? Rogue: Well you're still an idiot, so you're the real you. Gnome: Yes I am! ..... Waaaaaaait. .... Yeah. You're you.
It was! We're in the middle of solving a mystery right now involving a dragonborn, a psychic, a brainwashed archmage, and .... a genocidal murderer of unknown identity
Gnome: Are you the real you?
Rogue: Well you're still an idiot, so you're the real you.
Gnome: Yes I am! ..... Waaaaaaait. .... Yeah. You're you.