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Actual converation:

I had dinner with Mom the other night and told her about the preliminary diagnosis of Celiac Disease. Mom's a look-on-the-bright-side stoic, so she said "Well, there are lots of other good foods."
"Oh, I know."
"What can't you have?" she asked.
"Bread, pasta...."
"Uh huh. Cake?"
"Nope."
"Well, fruit is good." (Note the continued focus on the bright side.)
"Uh huh. No gravy, no oatmeal, no prepared soups..."
"Oh. That's too bad." (Still pretty cheery.)
"No beer."
"No beer!!"

Apparently that's what it takes to shock this woman. You can take the woman out of St. Louis but you can't St. Louis out of the woman.