Okay, why am I grabbing the fork?
Don't do that.
What the hell, Ben?
That's not for you.
What do you mean?
It's in the kitchen.
I'm going to use it.
No, you're not.
I mean, is it an antique spoon or something?
Like, why can't I use it?
Listen to me, man.
That spoon is special.
Okay?
There's a long, long history behind it.
You want to hear the story?
Yeah, you want to hear the story.
It all begins with the princess walking through the woods.
She's been wandering and wandering all night.
And at one point, she feels something lurking around her.
Was it human?
No.
No, a beast.
It was the woodsman who lived on the land.
A man who worked from dust till dawn.
That came to a rescue.
He was pretty handsome come to think of it.
At that moment, though she could not understand why,
she felt safe with him by her side.
The woodsman was kind enough to bring her to his cabin for shelter and a warm meal.
Despite the decided lack of seasoning,
it was the finest meal she had in a long, long time.
And from that moment on, they were inseparable.
They shared every moment together.
The woodsman would charm her with the sweetest of melodies
as she washed on with awe.
As he attempted to teach her a thing or two about surviving the wild,
he soon realized that she would do just fine on her own.
And on one faithful night,
the woodsman presented the princess with a token of his affection,
revealing to her a side of himself that was yet unknown to the world.
And then they kissed.
Holy shit!
Jesus man, I haven't even gone on the good part.
Forget the princess man, there was a spider on my arm.
Can I finish?
Now, where were we?
The princess had not returned home since that fateful day she had wandered into the woods.
On the thirtieth morning of her disappearance,
the kingdom sent their prince to get her back.
Each moment of joy felt as though it would last a lifetime,
but life, in its unthinkable cruelty, had other plans in mind.
The woodsman had never felt the heartbreak so deep.
His whole life was surrounded by the darkness of the woods.
You fool, a fire can only burn for so long.
The wooden spoon was all the princess had left to remind her of their short-lived time together.
She made a promise to herself that she would save that spoon for the next person she loved as much as the woodsman.
And so she did.
That was beautiful, man.
Yeah.
She was my mother and she fed me every single day with that very spoon.
Until a year later when she passed away,
her heart broke in and weaved us.
What?
What?
We just visited your mom last week.
Yeah, I'm just gonna take my spoon back. This is not for food.
So what's it for then?
Really?
Don't look at me like that.
My spoon.
My spoon.
Thank you.
