Roommate really doesn’t care what size spoon he uses to eat. We have some tiny teacup-sized stirring spoons, too small to even be used for a proper mug (the whole handle would be submerged). I have no idea why we have these spoons or where they came from. They just showed up after the move.

Anyway, we’ll be eating chicken and rice for dinner, or maybe pasta, and I’ll look over and see him eating with a tiny spoon, because I suppose it was the closest one at hand when he reached into the silverware drawer. “…Do you want a bigger spoon?” I ask. “…No?” he says, and we’re both slightly nonplussed at each other.