flattery always works

[verbicide]

Pete came over for dinner last night, which was a lot of fun. I'd bought him a gag gift of a bevy of weird beverages. He's into weird things. And this shop near my office has these weird bottled sodas like "Kikapoo Joy Juice" and "Torrance Beary Soda" and such.

We caught up on Pete's trip to San Francisco and I tormented him while Jeff looked sternly at me. (Muhahahaha. Look, it's very easy to traumatize Pete, and while I shouldn't be satisfied with shooting fish in a barrel, it is, on occasion, hilarious.)

We watched the debate and I attempted some self control, so I wasn't shouting at the television half the night.

Jeff's artichoke dish was awesome, and as unhappy as I was with the pesto, I was pleased with the simple tomato sauce. I used the last leaves from my basil plant. Summer is now officially over. And then Jeff was going on about my recent baking successes. *preen*

Jeff: I think you should make the apple cake again. I mean, you know, for Pete. It's important that Pete try that.
Me: Oh, really?
Jeff: Yes. *nodding solemnly*
Me: I see. Did you want me to maybe save you a piece, too?
Jeff: Oh, you know. Only if you have some extra left!

*coo*

So, apparently I also need to make the apple cake again immediately, because Jeff is hilarious.