Coffee, tea, or me?

I love waking up with The Husband on weekends because we have conversations like this:

He:  I was just having a fantasy.
Me:  Was I in it?
He:  Yes.  You were making me coffee in a French maid's outfit.
Me:  I can try to do that, honey, but it would be easier to make you coffee in a coffee maker.


(Yes, we really *do* have conversations like this.  In fact, we talk like this so often that The Husband actually said the punchline along with me as I delivered it.)