We'd just finished dessert (yogurt and fruit) but my stomach was still grumbling as I made us a cup of tea.
"Man… I could really go a teacake right now"
"What's a teacake?" asked Gareth.
"Kind of like a hot cross bun, but flatter and less spicy with lots of fruit."
"But you just had fruit."
I slowly set the teaspoon on the counter and turned to glare. "What's that supposed to mean?!"
"What do you mean, what's that supposed to mean?"
"I know that tone! It's the you've only just eaten and now you want MORE? tone!"
"There was no such tone!"
"You used the Mothership tone of implied gluttony!"
"I've only met your Mum three times, how could I know her tones?"
"Her tones are powerful and easily absorbed."
"You're so paranoid about food!"
"I thought you were having a go at me," I sniffed. "You weren't having a go at me?"
"Nooo!" he laughed.
"Oh." I resumed stirring the tea and pondered. "Hang on! Was your emphasis on the HAD? Like you were saying, but you only just HAD fruit; why would you want to consume even MORE fruit? Wouldn't you rather chocolate or sardines or something non-fruity?"
"Well. That's alright then!"
"Or biscuits. Have we got any biscuits?"