--Half a spoonful, please.-- Dana strained to make her voice sound natural. She thought that she failed miserably, and was already preparing to answer the "what's wrong?," but Jake didn't seem to notice.

--Here you go. Do you want chocolates?

Damn! Is he trying to get me mad? It's not enough for him that my tea is so sweet I could have limes with it, he is now offering me candy! Do I look like I need candy? Why am I asking myself this? I'm getting mad... I'm getting mad... I didn't want to spoil the evening, but I think it's already spoiled. Maybe I should just ask him about this sugar thing.

Oh, come on, Dana! You're doing it again. He probably just has a lot on his mind, with that Jacobs case and all... give him a break... Yeah, I'll just go sit on the couch, and play with the remote. Yeah, that's what I'll do... Maybe...

Or maybe I'll ask him... I'll be nice... Maybe...