Here's how the evening division of labor works in our household: I cook, Kendrick does dishes. I like this, because a) I like cooking, and b) I hate cleaning the stovetop grill, and I've been all about steaks lately. Anyway, we've divvied up chores this way for about six years now, so Kendrick has become quite handy with a sponge...and yet tends not to introduce things like the pluses or minuses of a given dish soap into our late-night pillowtalk. This is generally a good thing.

But the other night we were in bed, about to fall asleep, and he said, "Hey, you know that company you've been writing about? Mordred?"

"...Method?"