(Me, in kitchen. Kealoha, in living room. We have this conversation calling across rooms.)
ME: So, can I cook dinner for you tonight?
KEALOHA: Are you kidding? Sure!
ME: You don't have any plans?
KEALOHA: Nope. My only plans are you.
ME: Oh! Wait a minute. I can't cook for you. I have plans. Sorry.
(Sometimes, I forget.)