"Don't be silly, Andrew, you're old enough to know better. Where are you - Andrew!?"
"Ahh, Madam, such a lovely paperweight, exquisite craftsmanship, isn't it? The woman I bought that from swore Faberge himself could never make anything so intricate, she tried to tell me some nonsense about elves, or something like that."
I wrote this as a six sentence story. I hope you enjoy it.