"Good question. I think we would thank Death for that one. You do dishes, your mother and I die of shock. Thank you, Death has spoken." Jacob nudged her side playfully. "So what's the occasion? Not that I'm not grateful. Just for me? There are only two reasons I do dishes. One? Your mother makes me." He was sure something was on her mind, it would take some gentle nudging and the promise that he would respect her privacy for her to want to share though, likely.
"It's a plan," He nodded, grabbing the hand towels.