I placed the meal in front of her. She stared at it for a moment, then rather than salt and pepper it, she peppered me with salty questions. She demanded to know how I made the salad, what spices I put on the roast, lots of questions designed to try and trip me up.
Eventually, as I answered all of them, she began to eat it.
She couldn't help but critique it, but she ate it all. Then as she cleaned up, she found the wrappers I left for her to find.
I cooked it, but she was so happy...
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