Gemotions

The fish, a vibrant orange Betta, swam languidly in its small tank. David was making a face as though someone had just told him he was going to be forced to eat a bowl of brussel sprouts. He was not on board.

"It's just water, Dave," Maria said, her voice filled with a lightness that contrasted sharply with his grimace. She had gotten the fish while he was at work. He'd find it when he returned, and she was eager to see his reaction. He appeared to be very displeased.

He was going to complain, she knew. He would moan about the cost of fish food and the inconvenience of cleaning the tank. And she would point and giggle.

She let out a breath and grinned. The Betta did a little flourish. The tiny fish seemed a little pleased by the situation too.