Me (admittedly whining through this whole exchange): What should I do with this “cake”?
(I use that term loosely.  In baking said “cake” I reminded my husband why I’m not normally allowed near the kitchen and the next 9 years of marriage are now good to go.)
Pat: I don’t know, what do you want to do with it?
Me: I mean, do I have to put it away or anything?
Pat: If you don’t want it to dry out.
Me: Ok, but what should I use?
Pat: In it’s current state a butter bowl/dish (Not going to lie, half of our food storage means were bought already containing food.  Such as, in this case, butter.) would work.
Me: But we don’t have any clean!
Pat: Then use saran wrap or something. I don’t know, be creative!
Me: But I’m tired and creative to me, at this point, is me throwing a towel over it and hoping for the best!
Pat: Then throw it away!
Me: No, I want to eat it!
*pause*
Me: The only thing worse than trying to find a Tupperware lid to bowl combo is trying to find one at a quarter to midnight when you’re tired.
Pat: Would you like a hug?
Me: No… I’d like a lid that would fit this bowl!
Pat laughing to the sound of a Tupperware avalanche in the kitchen
Me: Stop laughing at me!
Pat: I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you!
Me: But I’m not laughing!
Pat: You should be, this whole thing is funny!