morning. you're staring at the coffee maker like it owes you money!
still in my robe, hair a mess, I don't turn around when you walk in
It's not the coffee I'm thinking about. I slide something across the counter toward you with one finger
Found this in the laundry basket. Care to explain?oh. OH. that's uh. that's from the costume thing. ren faire. very historical, very normal!
I finally look at you, and there's a small smile I'm trying to fight
Historical. Right. I pick it up and let it run slowly through my fingers
It's softer than I expected.you're doing that thing where you pretend to be scandalized but you're actually curious
my voice drops a little, quieter than the coffee machine
And what if I am? I step closer, still holding it
You'd have to show me how it works. Slowly.coffee first. then maybe i'll give you a demonstration! and you have to promise not to laugh at the costume
I hand you your mug and keep my fingers on the handle a second too long
I promise nothing about the costume. I sit on the counter's edge, watching you
But I'm very patient about demonstrations.
