Elizabeta gets herself attached to reading another book, and makes a request of Gilbert that is not so uncommon in their house...
"Gil?" Elizabeta almost raised her eyes from the print of her thick book as she called out, hoping her voice would carry to the kitchen.
She heard few clinks of ceramic echoing down the hallway before the thump of a wooden cabinet. "Yeah?" Gilbert replied, his deep voice almost sounding a little too loud for their small house.
"Gilly, can you make me a tea?" Elizabeta asked, her green eyes scanning over and absorbing every word on the page. She had stopped by at the book store after work this afternoon, and picked up some new book that she had been hearing about. Elizabeta figured the popularity of the book was all hype, but now she found herself 150 pages in, and she had no intention of stopping. It was just way too good to put down for even a moment.
Gilbert, still holding a damp tea towel from drying that night's dishes, popped his head through their bedroom's doorway. "Why can't you make one? I just did both of our dinner dishes!" He retorted, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe and trying to dry his pruney hands with the towel. Gilbert watched her as he waited for a response. She had her hair messily tied up in top knot, and her body hidden below their bed's thick black comforter. Her knees were pulled up towards her body so that they could serve as an efficient book-rest. Elizabeta flipped a page, her eyes almost hungrily looking for the next sentence. "Liz, Hallo?" Gilbert tossed the tea towel right at her to get her attention. It landed perfectly over her book, but Elizabeta picked it up and threw it to the hardwood floor in one swift movement. Gilbert didn't think he even saw her flinch.
"Yeah, yeah I'm here!" She finally replied, still not letting her eyes part from the pages, "And I can't, I'm in the middle of reading. Could you pleeeaaasseee make me just one cup?" She pleaded him, turning another page.
Gilbert scoffed. "Now is it really that hard to put down a book and boil some water?"
"When a plot is this fricking good, yes. Now tea, please."
Gilbert pursed his lips and pouted before striding over to where the tea towel lay on the floor. He let his arm swoop down like a pendulum, grabbing the towel and then straightening his back lazily. "Fine." He huffed, "But only because I love you." He turned to walk out of the room, knowing that Elizabeta wouldn't have looked up at him on his way out anyway.
"Thank you, Gilly." She cooed, hearing his heavy steps make the hallway floorboards squeak. "Milk and sweetener, please."
"Gotcha."