I fix Mr. GG2’s plate all the time. He’s the most handsome, charming gunslinger on the planet at far as I’m concerned and you can just call me Miss Kitty. :-)
If I fixed my husband’s plate it would have far more salad
and a lot less meat...much to his chagrin.
When my sister and I were much younger we noticed the women fixing the plates for the husbands at weddings and graduation parties. It looked more expected than appreciated and it ended with their generation.