Sizzling Hot And Sweet

Looking up, little aghast, I, Mrs ChitterChatter (Mrs C), questioned, “I never stood a chance, did I?”. Mr. Balanced (Mr B), my better half, signalled me to hold on. Munching on his bite, he said, “Yes and No!”

With disgust in her eyes, Mrs C rebuked, “So politically correct! As usual you are sitting on the fence. But I should have anticipated it.”

Staring at me with his unruffled eyes, he sat with his monk like calmness.

“Will anyone tell me, what’s my fault?”, Mrs C rumbled.

The Giant kid (GK), my son, had to pitch in to avert the World War III. Clearing his throat, he appeased me by saying, “Oh chill Mom. You had ventured out. So…”

“So? So I should be denied what was rightfully mine? That’s not done”, I said with my voice cracking.

The Innocent Baby (IB), my daughter, took the cognizance of the situation only then. With chocolate smothered around her lips and licking it up, “Don’t worry Mom. It happens!”

“Aha, now you have to teach me that, huh”, said I, with flared nostrils, sounding much scornful.

“Then you should have avoided that call or had continued your call here itself”, asserted Mr B.

“I believe, I had informed that I would be back in 5 mins. I did return even before 5 mins. Did I not?”, snubbed Mrs C.

“Mom, I could not…”, said IB softly, her words more or less lost in chewing.

“Finish your bite first. How many times do I have to tell you that one should not open the mouth while eating”, said Mrs C silencing IB

Mr B and GK exchanged glances and that annoyed Mrs C. “What on Earth is cooking between two men? Can I have the honour to know it?”

But realizing that she was discussing something else earlier, “Don’t dare to side track me. First thing first. I need justice”.

“We are working on it. It can be settled. Please calm down”, assured Mr B.

Before Mrs C opened her mouth to lash out, she heard the sizzling sound and the sweet, aromatic fumes arrived. The waiter served the sizzling brownie with ice cream right in front of her on the table. He started pouring the chocolate sauce over it. The sight melted away Mrs C’s anger and she looked with love laced eyes at Mr B.

After all she was asking for the last bite of the brownie desert which she had reserved for herself before venturing out. She had to go out of the restaurant, leaving the bite and the family behind, to attend the urgent call. By the time she returned IB had grabbed it. Anticipating the consequences, Mr B had placed the order for the desert again! World War III was averted and peace prevailed.

After letting Mrs C delve into the hot, sweet and cold desert, Mr B revealed the story. Upon knowing this, Mrs C confessed, “Oh so thoughtful of you dear. I thought its you who ate my rightfully reserved last bite of the desert. You should have told this to me earlier”.

“Look who is talking with food in mouth this time”, IB darted.

Mr B and GK were left wide eyed and Mrs C was bedazzled. IB sensed that something was wrong. She gave a sheepish grin. That made everyone chortle.

All is well that ends well!

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Prompt was to write a conversation/ dialogue using the the phrase, "I never stood a chance, did I?"