Recently, Félix and I had our first hot chocolate of the season. Is it obvious whose mug requires the most marshmallows?
It's mine. It's always mine.
It practically required blackmail to get that man to put a fluffy marshmallow in his cocoa. He's still not sold on the idea, which is wonderful news of course; it leaves many, many more for me.
How are you warming-up these days?
