"That's not the point and you know it," she tells him, sliding his plate closer with the fork she's holding. "It's this food. It's new. And it's good."

She takes the piece she was eyeing, then looks at him before taking another, then pushes the plate back. "Don't get like that. You're always so..." She points with her fork, right at his face, then takes a bite, chewing carefully. He might jump for joy if she chokes, but she'd be really put out.