She took him his ice cream. Since that is pretty much a nightly ritual performed by rote, it didn’t really matter that she was reading an excellent book and only half paying attention. She scooped the ice cream into the bowl, grabbed an eating utensil from the drawer and hastened to his side.
She was turning to rush back to her book even as He took the items from her hands, but the perplexed sound of his, “Uhm, thank you, love,” caused her to pause. He said, “Perhaps I would be better served with a spoon?” She looked down. In his left-hand was a small dessert bowl containing two scoops of mint-chocolate chip ice cream, as it should be. In his right hand was a butter knife.
She took the butter knife back and got him a spoon, but honestly, should a person being waited upon hand and foot be so picky?
