"My love," Desdendelle cried, "my sweetest joy, come down from your tower and be with me once more, I beg of you!"

"Get bent, leaf boy!"

He flinched at that; the name still stung with memories of how she'd found him, that one evening when he and the packet of Lapsang Souchong had been having a sweet, smoky moment. "My darling, my heart is big enough for you and any boiled vegetable products! You don't come second in my affections to the joys of diced and dried-up botanicals! Let me prove it to you, I beg of you!"

"No! Screw you! If you wanna hit that, you do you, but I'm not gonna get involved with any - a-any - no, you dummy, not now, I'm being indignant-"

"My heart's desire, are you... alone up there?"

"..."

There was the sound of protracted chewing.

"I, er, I am now."

"My love?"

"Um... Oh, to hell with it! My darling Desdendelle, what a fool I have been! What a jealous, hypocritical fool! When I saw you in the embrace with that... rather delightful brew, I ran to the arms of another! I fell for the gooey, dairy, gluten-free embrace of a grilled cheese sandwich! Oh, come up and kiss me!"

Desdendelle was already hurtling up the stairs of the tower. Then he stopped and thought for a moment.

"My love, did you actually lock the door?"

"Well, no, that would hardly have been fair, would it?"

Desdendelle sighed and ran the rest of the way up the stairs.

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"Hi. I'm a beverage."

"Hi. I'm a bread product."

Introductions made, the foursome began in earnest. =]