Best Beloved served up some really quite nice rice pudding for dessert. I went to boarding school: “nice” and “rice pudding” have never belonged together in the same sentence. This was hot and creamy with a hint of cinnamon.
Quoth Bonusbarn: “it’s a bit like phlegm, isn’t it?”
[Transfixed by twin glares]
“I mean, good phlegm, obviously.”
[Glares do little in the way of abating]
“The kind that’s out, not still in and making you feel unwell.”
I think we then talked about the weather.