Mmm... potatoes. Alice, would you please make those wonderful twice-baked potatoes of yours for dinner?
Good. Thank you, Alice. Houseplant? Talking Cat? Alice is cooking tonight. Would you like to join us for dinner?
-random interjection that will most likely cause me to recieve scornful glares- Uh...hello...houseplants and time/space demons...
So I'm turning this into a soap opera. Alice, I must confess my love for you. But alas, I am really my twin brother, who is really me. Oh no! Who could be at the door?!