I come downstairs from putting Vin to bed and Matt is fixing to make me a drink with this new tonic I bought. "Ok, before I pour this on the good gin, smell this."
"Oh god - that's horrible! Never put that anywhere near my gin."
"Right!?! It smells like old people in the 80's."
"Wait..." Look of disgust overwhelms me as I look at him for the first time.
"What!?"
Morphs slowly to revulsion.
"What did I do?"
"Look in the mirror. What is on your neck?"
Inspects the brown smears covering his neck (looks like really old, dark self tanner) with mild terror until he starts laughing. "Oh man... How long has that been there..."
"What is that?"
"I was eating chocolate chips on the couch and one must have gotten stuck in my neck fold. Oh man - " reaches for my hand towel, "that's really on there."
I pull a half formed chocolate chip off the couch to show him and he eats it.
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