Why yes, I am easily bribed

Beloved: *laden with much shopping* Dig through that bag will you?
Brother mine: *rifles* you’re going to bake a cake? *with the smug smirk of those who can cook to those who can’t.*
Beloved: Nope
Brother: You’ve got 3 huge slabs of marzipan here, enough for a dozen cakes.
Beloved: Yes, my secret weapon. SPARKY?!
Me: Yes, oh Breaker of Plates? *graciously NOT holding a grudge*
Beloved: Peace offering. The plates will never be mentioned again.
Me: Marzipan! *leap*
Brother: He can’t bake either...
Me: I have no intentions of baking *opens packet*
Brother: You can’t eat pure marzipan.
Me: watch me *chomp*
Brother: Ewww, that’s awful.
Me: *nom nom nom*


Being bought of with marzipan doesn’t make me easy. No, not at all. It just means Beloved knows all the secret deals. Yes, yes it does.