Me, walking into the kitchen and encountering a coworker having lunch there.
"That looks good."
"Is is. My fiancée made it...but it's a bit cold." (stands to put it back into the microwave)
"You don't mean emotionally do you?"
"No, no...we're good. Wait, is that a taste of sadness?"
"Some meals are made with love, others with resentment. Although the resentment is more of an aftertaste. As it usually is."
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