Sandwich
Diana headed down to the kitchen, where she knew she'd find Bruce. He was standing by the island, making a turkey sandwich. He looked up as she entered.
"Want a sandwich?" he asked as he placed tomato slices on it.
"Is it good?"
"It's alright," he said and put the other bread slice on top.
He cut it diagonally, picked up the plate, and offered it to her.
"That's yours," she said.
"I'll make another one."
She still made no move to take it. He tilted his head slightly and gave her a playfully annoyed look. She reached out.
"Thank you."
"Sure."
He turned to the cabinets for another plate, and she turned to go back up the stairs.