She had just moved into a new place. I helped her move. It was pretty easy: this was her first apartment of her own, so she didn't have much furniture, and most of the boxes were pretty light. After everything was inside, she rummaged around until she found a box of canned goods and invited me to stay for dinner.
"But I should warn you," she said, "I have very little silverware." She picked a can of condensed Campbell's cream of something out of the box.
"We won't need much for soup," I answered. "Do you have at least two spoons?"
She did, of course, although it took a little time for her to find them. I had somehow expected them to be more than just an inch long, though. I guess I should have listened better.