"Something to help you in the house when we're married, honey. Now, don't pout so prettily, or I'll never get around to showing you."
My homecoming was not developing quite as I planned, but I put this down to womanly, if not exactly maidenly, quirks. When she found out what I had brought her, I was sure she would be all over me again. I put on my dark glasses so that I could see where the diver was.
"Would you like a drink, honey?" I asked.
"I don't mind," she said sulkily.
I looked at the diver, concentrated hard on the thought of a bottle from the cabinet, two glasses and a pitcher of ice from the kitchen. He went revolving through the air obediently and the items came floating out neatly. Florence nearly shattered the windows with her screams.
"Now calm down, honey," I said, catching her. "Calm down. It's just a little present I brought you."
The bottle, glasses and pitcher dropped gently onto the table beside us.
"See?" I said. "Service at a thought. Remote control. The end of housework. Kiss me."
She didn't.