I can explain everything, I just choose not to.

[ask_aboutcoffee]

Look, there's a very simple explanation for this. It's not what you think! I don't let him try to "cook" anymore. We both know it ends in misery

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[ask_arealdoctor]

That reminds me; the folic acid supplements Jack requested are in the top left drawer of his desk. Please make sure he takes them with food? Thanks!

[ask_aboutcoffee]

If I swap them with jelly beans will he notice?

[ask_arealdoctor]

I doubt it, but --

Wait, you two haven't agreed about this? Have I just violated patient confidentiality? Oh dear, silly me!

[ask_aboutcoffee]

Aren't there rules about if we're married you have to tell me when he tries to pull things like this?

[ask_arealdoctor]

I thought I just did.

[ask_aboutcoffee]

Good! Just so we're clear. And thank you. Do you need anything? Coffee, a biscuit, some sliced bread?

[ask_arealdoctor]

Could I have a sandwich like the one you made for Jack? It sounds scrummy!

You do realize that now I must tell Jack that I told you. Unless you'd prefer to tell him yourself. Far be it from me to interfere in a marital spat!

[ask_aboutcoffee]

Fighting like an old married couple already. Sad days, Martha, sad days.

One turkey-and-cheddar with fixings and mustard, delivery to Dr. Jones, stat!

[ask_arealdoctor]

"Already"? Oh, you poor deluded boy. You two have been amusing the rest of us for years.

Thank you!

[ask_captainjack]

We never fight! He obeys all my direct orders!

Except for when Gwen makes cow eyes. >:-|