Dinner table. Soup by Silk. Rea had a fork. Katsuo lifted up his spoon. Rea lifted her fork and made it bow to his fork. Despite himself, Katsuo smirked. “The spoon says hello.”
“The fork is confused,” Rea explained. “The fork thought it was fake chicken nugget night.”
“The fork is useless.”
“The spoon is just jealous because it will never be as shiny and sharp as the fork.”
“The spoon says haha, good luck eating anything tonight.”
“The spoon’s kind of a dick.”
“Yeah…” Under the table his toes clumsily, gently, collided with her shin. He didn’t know how to do this. She reached over and took his spoon. He took it back. “I better watch the spoon. It’s up to something.”
They looked at each other. For a second he thought he might say something. He thought she might say something. They watched each other’s faces and discovered that they didn’t have to say anything. She bumped her toes gently into his shin. “Cool,” she said.
dinner
“The fork is confused,” Rea explained. “The fork thought it was fake chicken nugget night.”
“The fork is useless.”
“The spoon is just jealous because it will never be as shiny and sharp as the fork.”
“The spoon says haha, good luck eating anything tonight.”
“The spoon’s kind of a dick.”
“Yeah…” Under the table his toes clumsily, gently, collided with her shin. He didn’t know how to do this. She reached over and took his spoon. He took it back. “I better watch the spoon. It’s up to something.”
They looked at each other. For a second he thought he might say something. He thought she might say something. They watched each other’s faces and discovered that they didn’t have to say anything. She bumped her toes gently into his shin. “Cool,” she said.