Seeing as he did not, for he was laying on the couch in a very UN-getting food like way, I said,
"Did you get some food?"
"Sean! did you not understand that was the deal? Did i not say that out loud?" He responded,
"Now i understand the reason for your eagerness to console." Taking matters into our individual hands, we opened the fridge and cupboards. I finally decided on digging into some leftovers, Sean pleaded with me:
"Please tell me you'll heat it up! Tell me you'll heat--"
I maniacally interjected, "NO! COLD. Eating cold leftovers is my favorite!"
Gleeful and with abandon, i fetched a fork and dug into the tupperware container full of cold enchiladas. Defeated, Sean made arrangements for his routine night ice cream. I saw him getting ready to make fudge sauce when I mentioned I thought we had some in the fridge. He got it out, took off the lid and put it in the microwave. Knowing he was averse to checking expiration dates, I took a glance and said,
"this expired in July..."
Over the din of the microwave, Sean said, "What? i can't hear you! Sorry!"
And i said, "Nothing. I said nothing."
And the crickets chirped louder than they ever have before and the spirit of harmony befell the room.