Zero.
Ugh...I hate it when I'm pretty much forced to go get my parents' supper for them.
Dad: "Will you go get our supper for us?"
Me: "No."
Dad: "Please?"
Me: "No."
Dad: *calls the store in town and orders their supper and is asked for the name to put on the order* "It'll be Veronica. Thank you."
Me: *clenches teeth and attempts to not explode*