"Fi... are you using a fork to eat yogurt?"

Fiona looked up as Michael walked through the door of the loft, blinking innocently. "Yes..."

Michael raised an eyebrow, coming to sit at the counter with her. "Why?"

"All the spoons were dirty."

Michael smiled wryly. "And you couldn't clean one?"

"Why would I want to do that?" Fiona asked, tone proving she thought Michael's question was one of the dumbest things she'd ever heard. Michael chuckled.

"So you could use a spoon," he answered matter-of-factly. Fiona shook her head.

"Everyone knows spooning just leads to forking, Michael," she said, tone light and gaining quite the appalled look. "So I say why not just skip ahead to the forking?"

Michael stared dumbly at her, his mouth ajar. Fi simply grinned wickedly, taking another bite of yogurt with the fork.

A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!