I had dozed off in the bath. After drying myself with a towel and entering the bedroom, my mate walks in with a plate of muffins. 
" Did you get the recipe from Duncan?" I ask. He nods, frowning a bit, though. They vex each other. I drop the towel on the floor and pick one muffin to taste. He's watching, waiting anxiously. I nod slowly after I swallow, " Not bad, babe. Keep practicing, and you'll get it right." I take another bite and give him a thumbs up. He is relieved and kisses ...