You left your cup of tea on the side and forgot about it so, when you weren’t looking, I poured it down the sink and made you another. You were busy slicing bread for us to share then spreading it thickly with butter. The butter was soft, you spread it all the way to the edge.
We ate our bread in the kitchen; slicing and chatting and spreading until there was just a small piece left – you held it out to me, but I refused: no, it's yours.
It's for you. I buttered it all the way to the edge.