Truth be told, she preferred the cartons over plastic. It felt less harmful when she threw them away, because not everyone would recycle the plastic. And it tasted better, psychological or not. Glass milk was the way to go, tough, if you wanted high quality, rich milk. She knew she was purposely having this lame conversation in her head about milk to keep it from focusing on other things or from wandering into Michael's thoughts.
Elisabeth squinted one eye at him, taking the plates to sit on the floor of his living room area. "Dare I ask the story behind that one?"