She looked up at him, running it round her mouth, judgement in her eyes. She licked her lips having swallowed all of it.
“So…what does it taste like?” he questioned in a worried tone.
“It’s…” she desperately didn’t want to upset him, “different?” she tried.
“Different good? Or different bad?” he pressed needily.
“I’ll be honest, it’s far too salty.”
“I knew it!” he declared, accepting the inevitable but still hurt. “I should have started again when the lid fell off the salt.”
Realisation dawning on her she yelled, “you mean there’s a whole jar of salt in this bolognese???”