mischievousSpike looked confused. “Are you casting me as the waffle fries in this metaphor, then?”
“Hell no. I’m just hungry.” She paused thoughtfully. “You would be...I dunno, what’s your favorite food?”
“You really have to ask?”
It didn’t take long to decide to head for a burger joint. Spike found one with a wooden picnic table outside, and offered to carve their names into it.
“No, let me do it.”
Finished, it read: BURGER + BLOOD 4EVER.
