[ WP ] *sigh* Let 's have some tea . I 'll put the kettle on . We need to talk ''

`` Ok Dave, we really need to talk,'' she said. 
 
 He sighed. `` Let's have some tea. I'll put the kettle on.'' 
 
 She threw her hands up, `` No, Dave! This is the problem! We really, really need to talk about your crippling tea addiction. I'm serious.'' 
 
 He turned his back so she would n't see the angry face he made. He started to fill the kettle. `` What addiction,'' he said, his back still to her, `` It's teatime.'' 
 
 `` Dave,'' she said, almost pleading, `` you say that no matter what time of day it is. Morning, noon, 4pm, or midnight, it's *always* teatime for you.'' 
 
 `` I do n't see what the problem is.'' He set the kettle on the stove and turned it on. 
 
 `` And *that's* the problem!'' She ran her hands over her face. `` How many tea cozies do you have?'' 
 
 He straightened, puffed his chest out in what was seemingly an unconscious gesture. `` Enough.'' 
 
 She looked over her glasses at him. 
 
 `` I do n't know.'' 
 
 She continued looking. 
 
 `` Forty-eight.'' 
 
 `` Forty-eight freakin' *tea cozies, * Dave. Does that sound normal to you? Do you think most people even know what a tea cozy *is*?'' 
 
 `` I like the variety.'' His lips pursed, just a little. 
 
 Maybe a shred of doubt, she thought. Might as well press it. `` How many sets - full sets - of teacups do you have?'' 
 
 `` Well, I...'' 
 
 `` Too damn many to use all by yourself, I'll bet. Twenty?'' No reply. `` Much more than that?'' Still no reply. `` Loads more, ok. Dave, I'm not trying to attack you; this is a serious problem you need to deal with.'' 
 
 Steam starting shooting from the kettle. 
 
 His breathing was coming quickly. `` Let's just, ok, say for, like, a *minute, * that there's something to this argument, which there is n't! But if there was, well... Maybe we could talk about it... over a cup?'' 
 
 She shook her head slightly. `` That sounds like the wrong thing to do, but if we can talk - really talk - ok. Darjeeling, please.''
