“Thankfully it looks like you haven’t left any for anyone else to try,” he smirked, leaning back against the couch cushions. “Where on earth did you even buy mint frosting anyway?”
“Why not?” she answered through a mouthful of mint frosting-pizza, shrugging halfheartedly. Honestly, that was Dawn’s motivation for a VAST MAJORITY of her odd food concoctions - why not do it? “I thought it could taste good with something, so I got it.”
