Yesterday evening, about five minutes before I would be serving dinner, Elegant came into the kitchen and started demanding food. I told her that dinner was imminent and that she could wait for a few minutes.
Elegant didn't like this and started getting irate. I remained calm and explained repeatedly that dinner was on its way.
Elegant put her hands on her hips, stomped her foot, and shrieked, "Do. You. Not. Understand. What. NOW. Means!?!?"
I responded, "Yes, and that's how quickly I expect you to go to your room and stay there until I call for you."