This man. Ugh.<br/><br/>Meena placed the stew in a cooker while listening to his responses. He was taking her taunting surprisingly well, but then again, there were many things she could say to try and push him over the edge. But no, he always seemed to have a proper response, something to tick her off or poke her in the wrong place. "Picky eater." She cut him sharply. "Don't even try to explain yourself. How pathetic." For a moment she felt almost disappointed that she had no poison to put in his food, or something to give him a constipation he would not easily forget, but she had a feeling he would figure out her plan quickly enough. That was why he was sitting there, keeping an eye on her in the first place, so he could see everything she was putting in his food. Smart bastard he was.<br/><br/>"Excuse me?" Meena hissed. "This is hardly what a marriage would be like. Right now I feel more like your mother, trying to educate you on some of the basic things in your life. Such as not putting your feet on the table where we eat food, you slob!" She slammed her knife into the table before continuing her kitchen cleaning. One of these days she would surely walk up to him while he slept and choke him if he continued flapping his mouth in such a careless manner. "Hah! And I'm supposed to believe that? You must be a beast between the sheets then, but I can't really believe that... because it's not true!" Meena mocked him. "Don't try to fool me. It's clear you've never managed to keep a woman. They all just fly away when they realize what kind of a serious grumpy five-year-old you are. It's not called having your own ways, it's called being a bore! Ugh, just live a little, will you?"<br/><br/>When he put his boots back on the table, she arched a brow but didn't say a word while she finished wiping the counters. Childish fool! It was terribly painful to be around him when sober. Through a drunken haze, he had seemed so much funnier. Eventually he removed his boots from the table, which surprised Meena slightly, but she didn't comment on this. His next words, however, bit slightly deeper into her skin.<br/><br/>Obviously she was enjoying making fun of him. But as soon as he stated that it was the<span style="font-style: italic">only</span>way for her to get him back for Kessel, Meena felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Not this subject, she begged in her mind, do not go there with me. But he did, perhaps because she had tried to push him over the edge earlier. As he stated that it was her fault for being put there in the first place, her body stiffened and a short battle occured inside her mind. Part of her wanted to leap across the table, push him on the floor and choke him, but part of her, a bigger part of her, urged her to calm herself. With a deep breath through her nose, she bit her lip for a moment, making sure her body was calm and collected before daring to move. Meena straightened herself and placed two bowls, two cups and some utensils on the counter.<br/><br/>"Make the table."