When Tara does recreate her recent fight with Glark while delivering our ceremony, she can have confidence in the fact that my last argument with stee involved him eventually shouting, “I don’t understand the oven! I don’t know how to cook!” and then him grinning from ear to ear at how stupid that all sounds, and then me, knowing that he’s grinning about how much of a fool he is for being scared of the oven (not the stove, he made pains to point out, just the “baking part” of it) giggling while shouting, “Don’t make me laugh when I’m mad at you, DAMMIT!” And then him hugging me going, “I can’t cook. I can’t. Help me.” And then me shouting, “I’m not going to let you make me be unangry. I want to be angry right now. I have to go to the post office and run all of your errands and then make you lunch because you’re scared of the oven.” And then him laughing some more, and me driving away with the biggest dumb grin as I thought, “He makes me CRAZY.” (And then he cooked dinner.)