"What will you serve me?"
"Oh-um-I'm not...sure..."
She rummages through the fridge
He opened up a drawer, pull of knives.
"Huh..."
"Um...oh-"
He picked up the sharpest knife and giggled.
"I like this one."
"Hf-"
"It's...beautiful."
"Hm...I-wouldn't call a knife beautiful..."
"Why not?"
He stabbed it into the counter
"Eep!"
She jumps
"That's why!"
