Food
They hardly ever have time to do this, meet for lunch like this, but they're both beginning to feel like they're sleeping with a stranger, so they've made a point to do it today.
He snickers as he looks up from his meal to find his dining companion skipping straight to dessert – not a hint of real food on her side of the table, but a little dish of ice cream.
"What is it with women and sweets, anyway?"
She looks up, startled.
"What?"
"Seriously. You're all, like, obsessed with sweets."
"It's something to do with evolution, I think," she yawns. "You'd know better than I would – you're the scientist."
"Well, yeah, we evolved to like sweet things because the sugar is carbohydrate and provides the most energy, but men evolved that way, too," he points out.
"I suppose there's only one solution."
He scoffs.
"What, that whole girls are made of sugar and spice thing?"
She hides a grin.
"You actually believe that garbage?"
"No," emphatically. "I hate kids – I hated them even when I was a kid. Girls are the worst."
"Thanks," she huffs.
"Hey, I didn't mean you," he protests. "Unless you have something you want to tell me about your age…"
"I can tell you the real reason, if you like."
"Oh, yeah?
"It takes us far more energy to put up with men than it takes men to put up with themselves."
He gives an indignant shout, and now they're both expending a lot of energy, he in flinging green peas across the table at her, and she in dodging a barrage of flying food, both laughing like children and making a mental note to do this lunch date thing again, soon.