A few years back, my metamour, Marie, and I were both looking in on Kaspar when they were sick. Marie only started dating Kaspar maybe a month and a half before I ever did, but she knew Kaspar for like five years beforehand. So, she had a large headstart of knowing where everything was, what Kaspar likes, etc.
Plus, Marie is the stereotypical intimidating Capricorn that was born at approximately 35 and will only smile when she's cleared her schedule enough.
Anyway, we had the fire going, we had the coal-filled bed-warmer going. I'm just kind of doing what I can to help, but because I'm out of my element, it's just truly random rubbish.
Marie comes back in at one point and I'm putting a cool cloth on Kaspar's head and she's like, "... Kaspar's fever broke an hour ago, what are you doing?"
Me: "I... :D? They. Uh. They do it... in... the films, you see..."
Kaspar: "-muffled giggling noises-"
Marie: "Xanthe, go make tea."
Me: "Yep! :D" And I just scuttle out.
And I can't really think of another time that so encapsulates our metamour situation over these past eight years.