“Wait for it…” “I’m breathless with anticipation.” “Pico and De Gallo.” I waited, so proud of my creative mind, it was unreal. “Okay, I like it, but which is which?” “Cook,” I said, disappointed, “do you even know your breasts?” “’Parently not as well as you do.” “Pico is your left and De Gallo is your right. Wait, hold on.” I lowered my phone and tested the names out on Danger and Will. “Yes, that’s it. Left and right.” She thought about it another moment, then said, “Okay, we have an accord.”
