“That’s not the same as cooking for her! I want to make her a nice breakfast. I’m trying to take care of her.”

“Then take care of her by not giving her food poisoning. That would be the kinder thing to do,” the woman retorts.

Robert seems to be in no mood to listen. “What about scrambled eggs? Those are easy, right?”

“Oh, dear God, Robert! The woman just narrowly survived one traumatic encounter. Why are you trying to saddle her with another? You can’t cook. Your cooking ...