You've got something on your nose
I was cosied up in a chair by the heater, snickering at the poor brave Viking souls puffing out on the balcony, having an enjoyable conversation with a Dutch guy, and snacking on a delicious homemade tapenade (olive spread) on warm bread. It was dark green, and although tasty, I was careful to avoid spilling any down my front, and cautious to avoid getting any stuck between my teeth.
I finished and set my plate aside, carefully checking to make sure I hadn't spilled it and double checking by running my tongue over my teeth, just to be safe. Suddenly, the Dutch guy picks up a napkin and bats at my nose with it.
"Huh?" I asked, startled by his sudden motion.
"You've got something on your nose."
"I do?" I replied as I brought my hand up to my face.
"No, I don't. I think that's my nose ring you were trying to wipe off."
(fits of laughter)
"I thought it was the tapenade! I was trying to be cute and help you with it!"
"No, it's little and green, but it's not made of olive paste! But I appreciate the thought, all the same."