--OK, OK, I heard you!-- Jake picked the kettle up. It was still whistling faintly when he poured the water into the two mugs waiting on the countertop with the tea bags already in them. Dana watched as he put the kettle down and picked up the packets by the tails. He moved them around the mugs for a while, and then took them out all together. Then he reached for the sugarbowl.

--How much sugar do you want?

Dana was taken aback. He knows I don't drink tea with sugar. What's this for? Should I ask him? But what if we have another fight over this. It seems so insignificant. Maybe he just forgot. But how many gallons of tea do we have to drink together before he remembers? Why is he always so inattentive to details? Or should I just take a spoonful? But then I won't be able to drink it... Maybe I should ask him. Maybe this way he'll remember next time. But it's such a nice evening. Would be a pity to waste it on an argument. Oh, hell, I'll just take half a spoonful... or maybe I should ask him...