Now, there were many things which could have made the day better, but my three lovebirds settled on bed sport…
Anyway!
I had to find a way to make pancakes for Desmond! That was what happened in all the love stories! You did the bed sport, and then you made the pancakes!
And there was also something about cigars, but I didn't want to have anything to do with those!
They were stinky, killed you slowly, not to mention that they made your teeth look yellow and rotten!
How was one supposed to eat anything with such teeth?
"Edda, this is important," I began, knowing that I was slowly going on the system's nerves. "We need a pancake mix which even Desmond can stomach!"
Edda gave me the three dots of doom.
Those three dots, which show one that the system had seen the message, but also that said system has a couple of things to say.
The red, bold, dots of doom!