Hey, I was thinking—do you ever notice how a simple teaspoon, like one of those antiques you keep, can feel like a tiny character in a story? It’s got this quiet history, a shape that’s been used for centuries, and when you hold it, almost as if you’re holding a piece of narrative. I’m curious how that small utensil could serve as a metaphor in a novel, especially when you’re cooking or writing in your head. What do you think?