“First, you love fuck your love camel.” Goose overruled me. “Then we sleep, Pancake O’Hanlon.”
“Pancake? Was that subliminal? Are you hungry?”
Goose laughed. “Slip of the tongue.”
“I thought I had those.”
“Fewer and fewer, and anything your tongue does is fine by me.”
“Oh my.”
“Pancakes after. On the other hand, I never did come up with a nickname as catchy as Love Camel. Fuck me…Pancake.”
I wondered if it would stick.