In retrospect he probably shouldn't messed with the napkin.
But he was hungry, and it was there. The table was all set and the pout of chili(with garlic bread to one side and salad to the other) was set up and even Lincoln had to admit everything did look pretty good.
But he really was hungry, so where was the harm in unfolding a napkin wrapped around the silverware and dipping into the chili? It was only a bit.
"Wow," Lincoln stated, "Sara! This is really good! Michael's gonna love it!"
Sara stuck her head from the kitchen, leaning over to peer into the dinning room. A wash cloth in her hands and a look of complete and utter horror on her face. "LINCOLN!!" She screamed, the rag falling to the ground.
Lincoln froze, the spoon having already being dipped back into the pot for a second helping. He quickly swallowed the hot chili and looked at her. "Sara?"
"Lincoln! I can't believe you! What are you thinking? How could you do this to me?" Sara stepped fully into the dining room, tears beaming in her eyes. "What's wrong with you?!"
Lincoln tightened his fist around the spoon, feeling more like a kid gets sent to the corner then ever before. "Umm...sorry?" he mumbled. "I..I just wanted to taste it."
Sara stared at him in shock and anger, she pulled one of the chairs from the table and dropped onto it.
She lifted her hands to her head and let her body shake with sobs.
Lincoln dropped the spoon to the table and sat next to her. He forced the confusion away from his face and looked at her, "Sara..I'm sorry..I just wanted to taste...I didn't realize-"
"I worked so hard," Sara sniffle."I wanted Michael to see a pretty table. He works so hard for us..and I just wanted it..."Sara lifted her eyes, wiped a hand under her eyes and glared at him. "This is all your fault! You had to be so selfish and mean! I can't believe you did that you...you overgrown Oaf!!"
"Listen, Sara...I'm really sorry..I didn't realize tasting it was a no no..."Lincoln reached over to touch her shoulder.
Sara jerked against him, sending his hand flying back. "It's not about the food you dim wit! It's about the napkin!" A fresh batch of tears bloomed in her eyes, Lincoln bit back a groan. "Do you have any idea how long it took to fold those the right way!" Sara slammed her feet to the ground then stood.
Lincoln watched, his jaw unhinged as his sister in law fled into the master bed room. Slamming the door loudly as she entered.
Michael stepped into the dining room, just in time to hear the loud slam. "What's going on?"
Lincoln lifted the scandalized spoon, scooped himself another bit of chili and rolled his eyes.
"Pregnancy Hormones."
