Pretty Sugar

My ex never liked sugar in her scrambled eggs; she didn't have a sweet tooth and just didn't like sweet eggs. Not that I put an exorbitant amount of sugar in my scrambled eggs. On the bench I had five eggs whisked together with the most useful of utensils, a fork, and I now wanted to add just a mere teaspoon of sugar. My current man wouldn't have any objections to that since his taste buds were attuned to high levels of sugar. 


I went to the cupboard where the sugar was stored and moved aside the jar containing the brown sugar. Looking for the container with the white sugar, I stared incredulously at what I found. I yelled out to my man, my voice filled with annoyance and possibly a bit of anger. 
"What's up, love?", he replied as he walked down the corridor towards the kitchen. His voice wavered slightly with the fear of someone who knows he's in trouble with his girl.
"Why", I paused, holding up in disbelief the container containing a layer of white sugar topped with a layer of brown sugar. "...did you put the brown sugar on top of the white sugar in this container??"
I saw on his face that he knew he was in trouble. As the cogs ticked in his brain, I stared and waited, wondering how he would talk his way out of this one. He pulled his cheeks and lips back into a cheeky smile, his face channelling back to his youth as a sassy young schoolboy who probably got away with a lot more than has been let known. 
"I thought it looked pretty", he replied with that cheeky smile. I couldn't help but laugh. Even as I pushed aside a corner of the brown sugar so that I could get to the white sugar underneath, I couldn't help but giggle. It was such a ridiculous answer that I just had to laugh.
Add one to the count of things he's gotten away with.