Grace served the noodles as she sat on the couch while eating. Raymond wasn't feeling well; he kept massaging his forehead, and this left Grace worried.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
He snorted, "Stop being ridiculous."
"Why do you always say that to me?"
"Do I?"
"Yes, especially your robotic voice when you pick up a call, 'I am listening,' you are like a robot who has programmed words."
He stared at her with a frown. "I don't have programmed words," he retorted.
"Will you come over?" She asked sarcastically before she responded while mimicking his voice.
"Hmm"
Then she clapped her hands when she remembered another of his words.
"Come here," she mimicked and burst out in laughter. His lip lifted slightly as he smiled at her playfulness.
