This is an exercise we had to do for my creative writing class on dialoge. we had to have two people speaking to one another, both with a secret that they're not telling the other one, and the secret can only be revealed in the title. anyway, its not that great, but i havent updated my blog in a while and this is the only thing i could think of to put up here.

MARIA HAD POISENED HAROLD’S FOOD, AND HE KNOWS IT
“Here it comes!” Maria Carried the try of roast pig from the swinging kitchen door to the table and set it in front of Harold. “Just how you like it, honey, with a light glaze of brown sugar.”
“Mmmm……” Harold stuck his nose in the rising steam and took a long, good, whiff. “Smells delicious Maria, would you like me to cut you the first piece?” Harold raised the long knife and held it over the pig.
“Oh no, no no, it’s for you honey, I wouldn’t dream of taking the first bites. The honor should go to you, after all, you deserve it.”
“Is that so?” Harold said quietly. “Well then,” he said, addressing Maria, “I guess I’d better get to it.”
Harold thrust the knife into the hind quarters of the cooked pig, and ran the sharpened edge all the way down to the silver platter resting beneath. Then, with a large fork in one hand and the knife in the other, Harold gently lifted the slab of mean onto his plate, resting it between the mashed potatoes and the green beans. He cut a small piece with his fork and lifted it to his mouth. Maria had been following the movements of the ham intently with her eyes, and when Harold suddenly dropped his fork, she nearly jumped from her seat.
“You know, Maria, I think we should have a toast first, whatya say?”
“It’s a lovely idea, but we wouldn’t want the meat to get cold, go ahead, try it and tell me what you think.”
“All right.” Harold slowly lifted the food to his mouth, watching Maria’s eyes trace the movement.
“No, I think a toast…”
“Oh come on already!” Maria suddenly interrupted.
Harold’s eyes narrowed with a suspicious glance. “What’s the matter honey?”
“Oh, nothing,” Maria said sighing, “go on with your toast.”