Raisins in The Sun

I was making dinner, Ellie was in her chair. Doug was hovering.

We had some low frequency bickering. Gentle sniping really, and not with any intent. More along the lines of "Can you pass me the cutting board. I don't know where it is - I JUST had it" Meaning "Id get it myself but you just moved it midcut so you could plug in your cell phone charger and now I'm knee deep in beef that needs to be cubed and both hands are full and where's the f'n board, buddy, do you mind??? And can you NOT hear her asking for more grapes? HELLO. How are you helping?"

About 3 sentences (altercations) in, I turned and pushed a bright yellow bowl at him.
"Here. Have a grape. Grapes are a happy food."
He moved away.
"Seriously" I said "You could be in a better mood."
"I don't want one" he said. Lifting the lid and looking dubiously into the pot. "I don't think these potatoes are going to cook on low like this."

"I'm telling you. They're a happy food. Just have one."
"What do you mean? How are they a Happy Food?" he asked, picking up a grape.

"Because no one is ever unhappy eating grapes. You know, people always go...'Oooohhhhh GRAPES!' Grapes just make people happy"

So he ate one.
"Hmm. These ARE a happy food."

"I know," I said. "Seriously, aren't they?"

And doncha know, we were both in a good mood for the rest of the night.