DANE: Are you done with this teacup?
ME: [grumble grumble] I guess so. If it’s empty.
HIM: It’s empty.
ME: [grumble grumble] I mean, I never want to be done with a teacup. I always want there to be more tea.
HIM: I’ll just leave it here on the counter in case you change your mind.
ME: Well. If I want more tea at this point, I should really use a new cup.
HIM: Then… I’ll just put it in the dishwasher and you can be bitter about it. If that’s what will make you happy.
ME: I think it will, yes.

[Possibly here I should insert a disclaimer about how we both were joking. But you already knew that, right? Because at the end of the day, what could make me happier than whining? As long as the whining is my own?]