A place for cheese

After making pizza, there is a leftover piece of cheese. Showing it to Lucy, I put it in the fridge. "Lucy, I'm putting this cheese here for you. You can eat it tomorrow."

Lucy comes to the fridge to see. "Where?" she asks.

"Here." I say, pointing to where I've put it on the bottom shelf.

"Down here?" she says, incredulously. "I have to go like this." she says, crouching way down.

She takes the cheese and moves it to the top shelf, streching to put it there. "Let's put it here."