Quote from: Graffiti Moon by Cath Crowley

Dad was always going on about how romantic it was that they met in the university cafeteria. He asked for Mum’s salt and she asked for his sugar.
‘Romance like that can’t end in dehydrated potatoes,’ I said to Mum.

She answered, ‘Lucy, you’re lucky if romance ends in something you can add water to and rehydrate.’ This did not comfort me.