Hey Reader! Over the weekend, I went to a dinner at a friend’s house. They went to get me a drink and didn’t return, so I went to check on them. As it turns out, they got stuck at the refrigerator, trying to figure out which of the fruity drinks I’d brought might go with pasta. Neither watermelon nor lemonade felt like a good match, so they were trying to think of a different plan. I was touched by their concern. “I’ll be fine with wine,” I assured them. “But I love that you were trying to...