“So, I’m still not super convinced he likes me,” I say. Eli shrugs, leaning over to refill my little glass. “As we say, smaken är som baken. Taste is like a butt.” “What?” “Divided.” “What?”
Reminds me of how there's a foreign version of "you can't have your cake and eat it, too" that's "you can't have both the dick in the ass and the (heart? I can't remember) in heaven".
