"We're mammals. Not godlings. We're a species. When we sneeze, sometimes we capital P our pants." Saluting me w/ her glass mug of muddy hot apple cider.
The mug wasn't well washed. I saw the fingerprints of a previous user beneath hers.
Dutifully I returned her salute. Felt fugged though: I'd learned nothing. And I wouldn't get a second chance with her.
As she swallowed, I secretly raced my finger across the varnished table. Her cup ring was sticky. Mine was not. Clearly I was the better person. Clearly. So @ least that. At least that @ least.