This happened when I was having a conversation with my sister after we’d been and bought some ice cream.  She often accuses me of not listening to her, but on this instance we were both talking before listening.

Raw’s sister : “Oh my word, did you not see those two awful blokes in there?”

Raw : “What flavour is your ice cream?”

Raw’s sister : “Smelt like peasants.”

Incidentally whenever we see any pheasants and my sister is around, we always point them out and say, “Look, there’s some peasants,” as she once asked my Uncle if he’d shot many “peasants” on a shooting trip.  (Not in the least something I’m a fan of, but at the time he was moving in those sorts of circles, shall we say.)