“Why do we have to do this?”
“Jensen, do my dreams mean nothing to you?”
“Why are these your dreams?”
Misha sighs deeply and holds the phone out of reach, looking pointedly at the menu sitting in front of Jensen.
“Say it correctly and then we can order,” Misha says.
Jensen lets out a groan.
It had all started on May 12th, when Misha noticed a tweet informing him that it was National Nutty Fudge Day. Misha, hardly one to pass up such a sacred and momentous holiday, had called a local bakery and ordered two 13-by-9 inch pans of it. Then he and Jensen settled down on the couch.