Starting Over

At Christmas, my brother-in-law's fiancee decided to take half of the cake I had made for everyone to share.
Fiancee: My mother would love this. You don't mind if I take a slice?
I shook my head. I was flattered that she liked it so much. (It was a passion fruit Jell-o cake.)
Fiancee: Oh, and my son would like some too. [Takes another slice. Then pretty soon she has half of it divided up for her family.]
Fiancee: You don't mind?
She means well, but she's an imbecile.

I actually labored a lot over starting the tiramisu again. I'd made the egg part and had allowed the hour chilling. Six eggs and an hour gone.

Me: It's not like it's for anyone special. It's for your family. It'd be OK if it was a little off.

Austin: It's six eggs. Start over.

Me: Six eggs wasted.

Austin: We bought a dozen for 29¢. It's no big deal.

So, I decided to start again, put the egg mixture in a bowl and put in the fridge. I'll make bread pudding or a custard pie or something with it . . .

Austin, continuing to discuss Easter: You know, Fiancee X will probably be there. If nothing else, she'll be hilarious to watch.

Me: You know, I shouldn't start over. I'll bet Fiancee X will take half of it to share with her family like she did at Christmas.

Austin: No she's not. It's mine.