Next time (and every time) they see you, they say "don't worry, I remember how you like your tea!", and they say it so joyfully, so happy to have remembered, that you feel it would break their heart to correct them. You continue to drink the wrong tea.

Years later, you sit, sipping your piss-weak overly milky cup of tea, that you hate.

(if your hated cup of tea is different, feel free to imagine that instead).

You look up, as your child asks you and your partner "How did you two meet anyway?"

"Well, I always knew how they liked their tea!", says your partner cheerfully.

"Every morning and every teatime for twenty years, I've made them the perfect cup of tea, just how they like it!"