"James is closer to going out of his mind than I am," Lily said with a smile as she grabbed teabags, sugar cubes and cream. "And he's not the one having mood swings or cravings for pineapple on everything. He just frets about fluffing pillows and fetching things that don't ask for. It's endearing at the moment, but I'm starting to wonder how much longer I'll be able to let it go before I tell him to piss off." Lily laughed.
The kettle whistled and Lily filled their mugs, bringing them to the table on a tea tray with all of the appropriate accessories.