Tim arranged his strawberries across his plate in a neat four by four grid. He selected the berry in the top left corner, dipped precisely half of the fruit (by mass) into the melted chocolate, and set it in the upper left corner of a sheet of waxed paper.
Dick watched from the doorway with dawning horror. He shook off his shocked paralysis in time to snatch that berry from Tim's hand and cradle it protectively. "What are you doing to these poor strawberries?"
Tim looked at him with a terribly patient expression. "I'm dipping them. In chocolate," he said very clearly, as though he were speaking to slow child.
Dick waved his arms. "No, no, no! You're killing their souls."
Tim just looked at him. Pointedly. And dipped the next berry.
Dick rescued that one too and popped it in his mouth. "Strawberries," he pontificated with his mouth full, "are messy. Melted chocolate is messy. They burst in your mouth and send juice running down your chin."
Tim raised an eyebrow and handed him a paper napkin. Dick shook it at him as he spoke. "Strawberries do not sit in neat rows."
When Tim opened his mouth to reply, Dick shoved a strawberry between his lips and laughed as he sputtered and fumbled for a napkin. "Now you're getting it."
Dick watched from the doorway with dawning horror. He shook off his shocked paralysis in time to snatch that berry from Tim's hand and cradle it protectively. "What are you doing to these poor strawberries?"
Tim looked at him with a terribly patient expression. "I'm dipping them. In chocolate," he said very clearly, as though he were speaking to slow child.
Dick waved his arms. "No, no, no! You're killing their souls."
Tim just looked at him. Pointedly. And dipped the next berry.
Dick rescued that one too and popped it in his mouth. "Strawberries," he pontificated with his mouth full, "are messy. Melted chocolate is messy. They burst in your mouth and send juice running down your chin."
Tim raised an eyebrow and handed him a paper napkin. Dick shook it at him as he spoke. "Strawberries do not sit in neat rows."
When Tim opened his mouth to reply, Dick shoved a strawberry between his lips and laughed as he sputtered and fumbled for a napkin. "Now you're getting it."
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