“That’s okay.” I spring to my feet. “I’ll do them.” “No. You prepared the food. It’s only right that Daniel and I do the dishes.” “I paid for this food,” Daniel says in his haughty tone. “I don’t do dishes at a restaurant.” “Yes, but you also don’t visit a chef’s house, so this is a compromise,” Jay counters and pushes me in the direction of the bathroom before Daniel or I can protest.
