"I said 'pasta', not 'Hosta'!"
Rey cocked an eyebrow as Ben came through the door with an armful of greenery.
"What is that?"
"It's the Hosta you asked for."
Rey put a hand on her swollen stomach as she got off the couch. "What?"
Ben held out a hand, confused.
"You said bring a Hosta home," he insisted. "They're impossible to find this time of year."
"Ben, I said 'pasta', not 'Hosta'! I didn't call you because I was craving a houseplant for dinner."
"It's not my job to ask questions."
Rey pulled out her phone. "DoorDash it is. What do you want from Maz's?"