“What is the meaning of life, dear?” he asked with a naughty look on his face. “Is it the two of us touching each other, up and down?”
She had a severe cold and was certainly not geographically motivated.
“The meaning of life?”
He nodded enthusiastically.
“Well, it’s having a sweet hot chocolate, and a bitter chocolate for when I need to bite my tongue,” she said crisply.
“What about me?” he pleaded.
“You don’t taste like chocolate. You taste like… damped cereals.”
“Damped cereals?!” he asked.
To which she rolled her eyes and said, “Ok, pass the bitter chocolate.”