What's that brownie?

As I was sitting at the dining room table typing away on the computer, I hear this from the kitchen:

Christian: What's that brownie? You want me to eat you? But Ling says no more brownies before bed. What's that brownie? You say she won't know? Well ok.

Me: What's going on over there?

Christian with muffled speech: A brownie fell into my mouth! I had to eat it!