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Setting: Bathroom

My husband just threw a wet bar of soap at me.
A bar of soap that I got from the under-sink cabinet, unwarpped, and handed to him.

I knew it was coming, so I had stepped out into the hallway to avoid said bar of soap. I knew it was coming because he threatened to throw it, and I had responded with a dare. A double dog dare.

He threatened to throw it because I had turned off the light and left the bathroom door open such that the temerature dropped noticeably.

Which I had done because he smeared soap all over my forehead when I leaned in to kiss him after delivering said bar of soap.

The only recourse? To hide his coffee.
How long until he discovers it?
Let's watch.