"Dorian, I heard you were coming home today, so I got up early and made you some soup. I'm not sure if it's to your taste. Please give it a try." Lena offered the soup to Dorian with a beaming smile, eager to see his reaction.
Dorian watched the steaming bowl before him and nodded with a smile, "Thanks, Lena."
"You're welcome, Dorian. The soup's just the right temperature. Have a taste and let me know what you think," Lena said, taking a seat beside him, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.
Dorian was about to take a sip when Josefina came over. "Hold on a minute."
At Josefina's interjection, Dorian paused, a quizzical expression crossing his face as he turned to her.
Lena's expression faltered slightly, "Josie, what's up?"
Josefina spoke up, "Lena, when you were making the soup, I think you might have gone overboard with the salt. It looked like you mistook sugar for salt and tossed that in too."
Dorian was quite startled. His anticipation for the soup suddenly plummeted.
"That can't be right. I know the difference between sugar and salt. There's only salt in there, no sugar," Lena retorted, her annoyance clear.
Josefina walked over, picked up the bowl from the table, and offered it to Lena. "Why don't you take a sip first? Just to be sure you didn't mix up anything. How about that?"
Lena's face was a picture of wounded innocence as she pleaded, "What 's that supposed to mean? How could I not know what I put in the soup? Why are you picking on me?"
"I'm not targeting you. I'm just telling it like it is," Josefina replied, her expression unchanging.
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