He asks her afternoon about what she had for lunch. It amuses both him and her, I think. He asks her what score she will give it. Mostly it’s nothing or, if it is cauliflower cheese, as it was yesterday, she might give it 0.5. Turkey or Lemon Sole both get 5s. Small things. Small happenings but they frame her day. I like hearing them talk together. It’s a good, good thing. A belonging thing.
