Dovetailing On An Explanation

(My sister is driving. We stop at a red light near a sign for a restaurant with loopy cursive writing and a pig with a frying pan.)

Me: “Oh, Famous Dave’s BBQ. For a second I thought that said “Famous Doves” but that name didn’t make any sense for a pork place.”

Sister: *teasing me*: “Yes, it does. They served BBQed doves. They’re delicious.”

Me: “Right.”

Sister: “They’re burnt offerings. Burnt peace offerings!”

Me: *laughing* “That’s so wrong.”

Sister: “Hey, if you’re going to misread signs, I’m going to run with it until I create an explanation that makes sense.”