I looked down and grimaced. “I’m definitely not doing this first thing.”
“How about if you’re asleep?”
“No!”
“Drunk?”
“Under no circumstances.”
“I figured,” Morelli said, “but it was worth a shot.”
“And you’re going to have to explain that second thing. I’ve never heard of the Romanian Slippery Unicorn.”
Morelli grinned. “Clear the table and take your clothes off. I’ll get the egg timer and a spoon, and I’ll demonstrate.”
“You’re making this up.”
“Does it matter?”
“What’s the spoon for?”
“The Marshmallow Fluff.”
I kicked my shoes off and stripped my shirt over my head. Morelli and Marshmallow Fluff. My kind of dessert.