Flight To 1955

Yesterday afternoon, Annoying Co-Worker, Tiny Show-Off Girl and I flew to HQ's home state for a work event. TS-OG stepped away to call her husband to see how he was feeling as he has been suffering from bronchitis. When she returned, AC-W asked:

What arrangements did you make for [Spouse of Tiny Girl] for dinner? For his bedtime?

TS-OG blinked very hard and replied:

Oh, I'm sure he'll find something to eat.

I waited for her to comment on the bedtime question, and when she didn't, I chimed in:

I think he knows what time to go to bed, too.

TS-OG added:

Exactly. He's a night owl, I don't even know what time he goes to
sleep because I'm already asleep.

At that, AC-W blinked very hard as, I know from previous conversations, she and her spouse always go to bed at the same time and eat at the same time and probably poop at the same time. She claims that he has literally burned a pot of water. If she has to travel, she makes him an afternoon snack and a dinner dish for each night she is gone. What is amazing is that she is was upset that TS-OG doesn't do that for her husband and not upset that she acts like her own husband's servant/mother.