Pre-emptive Strike

"Would you like some tea?" I ask my husband. It is after lunch, and I decide that a cuppa something warm and creamy is just what I'm needing to kick the drag I am feeling.

Jason looks over from where he is emptying the dishwasher, thinks about it for a second, then says, "No." A pause. "But once I see you drinking it, then I probably will."

"So, should I just get it ready now, then?" I am already reaching for his favourite mug.

"Yes."