Last night, we binged on airplane movies, first the two hour Pearl Harbor, then Forever Young. In between, I got the hungries.
"Would you like something?"
"You could make me a grilled cheese sandwich?"
"Yes. May I eat first? I'm getting shaky."
(I eat, then fix it. Plopping it on a plate, I gave it to him.)
"You made this for me?"
"You asked me to."