surprise ending

Sometimes, when cooking with your husband and childhood friend, after a long week of work, and only partway into your first gin and tonic, you might reach into the sink without really looking around.  And you might also have received as wedding gifts the world's sharpest knives (the sharpness of which you generally appreciate, but not at all times, it turns out).  These knives might need to be hand-washed, to maintain their impressive sharpness.  A few might have been left in the side of the sink for such a purpose.  You might slice your pinky finger rather dramatically.  You might yelp and swear and hop around while trying not bleed all over the mashed potatoes.  A bandaid at least seems to be in order.  In the meantime, your husband might calmly go downstairs and pick up some missing ingredients for dinner, and return five minutes later with a "hope your finger stops hurting" bouquet:

[Darwin is hiding.]

The science might be shaky, but sometimes tulips are exactly what a hurt finger needs to feel better.