don't threaten me with a good time

Everest

Miming checking his pants, Ever raises his gaze and offers Mateo a dry and humourless expression. He might have admitted to the whole charade right then and there, had the ding of the oven not spared his conscience.

Grumbling something about COVID under his breath as he's unceremoniously smooched, Ever looks at the buns and frowns. 'If I didn't decorate mine so sensibly there wouldn't be enough icing for yours.' He points out cheerfully. 'Also, I'd probably get diabetes. So you decorate yours abba-stanza zucchini all you like.' Having picked up only conversational Italian and not whatever colourful descriptors Mateo had just used, Ever purposefully does his best to ruin the sounds as he says them.

Both men will suddenly feel a sharp pain in their calves, following by a low yowling sound. Though Petunia had let Ever put a santa hat and jingle bell collar on her, apparently her willingness was just to lure him into a false sense of security while she plotted each of their deaths. Having so plotted, there was now a furry ball of death switching her tail back and forth behind them.

even if i had to lose you to know you,
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through