Cucumber

I like cucumber. Tonight at dinner at the coffee table, Paula had some deserted cucumber on her plate. Food is made to be eaten, so I helped Paula by reaching up and grabbing a bit of cucumber. She looked at me accusingly, despite the fact that I had actually helped her doing to the cucumber what it was there for. Paula said what I had done was wrong. I just have to take her word for it, because deep down in my heart (and stomach), I disagree.