Logan: Anything?
Lori: Anything aside from fungi.
Logan: Anchovies?
Lori: Sure.
Logan: Oysters.
Lori: Both raw and Rockefeller.
Logan: Olives.
Lori: Yup. I especially like putting them on all my fingers and then eating them off one by one.
Logan: Lori.
Lori: What?
Logan: That’s worse than my picture.
Lori: Um. No. Nice try.
Logan: I’m imagining you sucking them off and—
Logan: I’m stopping there.
Lori: . . . I. Can’t. Breathe.
Logan: I didn’t mean it like that.
Lori: Uh-huh. Sure.
Logan: Stop laughing or no pasta for you.
Lori: Carbs?
Logan: If you behave yourself. I was also going to get dessert.
Lori: Chocolate carbs, please.
Logan: Will you be on your best behavior?
Lori: No promises. But I won’t send you naked pictures.
Logan: Not going to live that down ever, am I?
Lori: Nope. But I promise to keep it a private joke between us.
Logan: Good. Then I’ll get you chocolate and carbs.
Lori: And chocolate carbs?
Logan: *sends photo of the dessert case at the bakery* Keep it between us and you can pick your poison.
Lori: All of them.
Lori: Just kidding. That chocolate cheesecake on the left.