I looked at her. "Dominick's."
Then
But it's not really eavesdropping proper when the whole room can hear it. It's like the time
(The blueberry pie at that place wasn't as good as I hoped it would be. I was a little creeped out when a guy in the parking lot asked which car was mine, because he really liked the huge American flag sticker on the back of a Volvo. No, I said. Mine's the Buick. He seemed really disappointed by that. Nothing says patriotism like a sticker on a Volvo.)
An odd situation: you want to help, but by helping you admit that you've been listening in. I'm hoping some of you also have stories about blurting out answers to questions from someone else's conversation.