Emerging from the kitchen, Mrs. Ziegler noticed a stark difference in Theodore's demeanor compared to his earlier entrance. He had been a bit cold then, but now he was as warm as a spring day. "Theodore, come sit down. Phoebe made pot roast today. Her pot roast is even better than what you'd find in a five-star restaurant. Give it a try."

As she spoke, Mrs. Ziegler placed a piece of pot roast in his bowl. Phoebe wanted to stop her but was too late. She said to Mrs. Ziegler, "Mom, don't serve him. Let him serve himself."

Theodore was a bit of a germaphobe. While he didn't insist on using separate serving utensils at family meals, he didn't like others serving him either.@@novelbin@@

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