What’s that you got in your hand?” Jimmy asked.
Guy looked down, pecked a kiss on Jimmy’s brow, and answered, “Pop Tart. Why?”
Jimmy frowned and plucked the Pop Tart from Guy’s fingers. “That’s not a nutritious
Guy rubbed his midriff, and Jimmy got a lustful glint in his eyes. Jimmy suddenly slapped Guy’s hand away.
“Nice try, but we’ve got to get serious here. Or we’re going to be late.” Jimmy turned and grabbed some cheese and eggs from the fridge. “Here. Grate some cheese. I’m making you an omelet. I also got some free-trade Nicaraguan dark that we’ll brew in the French press.”
As Guy sat down and started rubbing the gouda chunk against the grater, he asked, “Where we going today?”
“Well, first to Prism Book Alliance. They’ve got some
“Hey! I didn’t say I wouldn’t eat a real breakfast,” Guy yelped.
“Then we’re going to Elisa’s blog. You know, the one with her reviews and ramblings. Not really sure what’s happening. We’ll see when we get there.”
When Guy was eating his omelet and toast, Jimmy zipped into the bathroom to get ready. Then it was Guy’s turn. By the time Guy got back, the kitchen was clean and Jimmy was munching on something.
“Whatcha got there?” Guy asked, pointing.
“Uh, Pop Tart,” Jimmy answered with a laugh. “Let’s go! We’re late.”
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