(fic) cliche
Querl looked from his wife, to the screen, then to his wife again, and then back to the screen. His face was deadpan. "Laurel, what is this?"
Laurel Gand leaned over his chair, wryly smiling. "It's a riddle."
Querl arched a brow, then looked to her. "A riddle? You interrupted a very important project to show me a riddle? That is..." he looked back to the screen, befuddled. "Laurel, how is this a riddle."
The woman just continued smiling knowingly. "You have to figure out what it means."
Querl found her smugness infuriating and arousing at the same time. He looked to the screen. "Laurel, you have to understand my frustration when my beloved wife returns from a mission and suddenly interrupts my work time for a riddle."
Laurel frowned, annoyed. "Just solve the damn riddle, Querl!"
Querl noted her rising tone and turned back to the screen. "All right, well, I do not know what cabbages have to do with birds, or what either has to so with an egg, although birds lay eggs, and perhaps eat cabbages. So have you come to tell me that your most pressing news is a bird is nesting?"
Laurel looked ready to bop her husband over the head. "No! Of course not! That is not the right answer."
Querl disagreed. "That is the only feasible answer that can be deciphered."
Laurel made a sound of frustrated, growling. She grabbed the clipboard from the counter behind her and took a pen, and scribbled quickly. She handed to board to Querl. "That is the answer."
Querl was stone faced. "A hotdog?"
Laurel knocked him out.
Laurel Gand leaned over his chair, wryly smiling. "It's a riddle."
Querl arched a brow, then looked to her. "A riddle? You interrupted a very important project to show me a riddle? That is..." he looked back to the screen, befuddled. "Laurel, how is this a riddle."
The woman just continued smiling knowingly. "You have to figure out what it means."
Querl found her smugness infuriating and arousing at the same time. He looked to the screen. "Laurel, you have to understand my frustration when my beloved wife returns from a mission and suddenly interrupts my work time for a riddle."
Laurel frowned, annoyed. "Just solve the damn riddle, Querl!"
Querl noted her rising tone and turned back to the screen. "All right, well, I do not know what cabbages have to do with birds, or what either has to so with an egg, although birds lay eggs, and perhaps eat cabbages. So have you come to tell me that your most pressing news is a bird is nesting?"
Laurel looked ready to bop her husband over the head. "No! Of course not! That is not the right answer."
Querl disagreed. "That is the only feasible answer that can be deciphered."
Laurel made a sound of frustrated, growling. She grabbed the clipboard from the counter behind her and took a pen, and scribbled quickly. She handed to board to Querl. "That is the answer."
Querl was stone faced. "A hotdog?"
Laurel knocked him out.