âWell, if my little boyfriend would have planned our first date, it wouldnât have been a problem,â she snaps, hands going to her hips in girlish petulance. âGo fuss at him, because I donât think Iâm the one whoâs being touchy. So what, itâs a little viscera. Get used to it. Grow up.â
âLady Iâve seen enough viscera to last me a lifetime,â he says, frowning. âWhat I donât appreciate is havinâ to clean it up before Iâve even had my morning coffee.â












