“Ash, you are being absurd.” “I let you call me bunnykins,” he growled. “Now that was absurd.” “You think that was bad? Oh, I’m just getting started. You are such a wienerbrød.” He sputtered. “That is the vilest thing I’ve ever heard. And I don’t even know what it means.” “It’s an Austrian pastry.” She lifted her chin. “And it’s probably delicious, but if I had one right now, I would lob it at your head.”
