Hello! This is Andrew sneakily hijacking Beth's blog. So Beth may have told you about dragonfire fruits--they're vividly purple, taste like kiwis, and stain like you won't believe. So in essence they're delicious but one would never, under any circumstance, drop them.
Right? Right? ;)
You know where this is going.
So last night we were about to cozy up on a couch to watch The Godfather: Part II. I prepare some dragonfire fruit because I am a loving boyfriend. The MOMENT I turn around I hear the dreaded *SPLORT* of the fruit hitting the ground, followed by Beth's wail of apology. So thankfully it landed on the tile floor and now Beth's learned her lesson, right? Right??
Tiny grasshopper, you know nothing.
We had a few pieces of dragonfire fruit left, which turned out to be a curse. We sit down and NOW we're ready to watch The God--
SPLAT. Seriously, blood's spilled in the Godfather series, but that's pretty mild compared to what was going on at this point. THIS time it gets on the couch, but you know what? I love my girlfriend very much and so it's no biggie. It's not like this would happen a third time, right? That'd be ridiculous! The couch is old as hell anyway.
We manage to get through the movie without any more shenanigans. I suggest (because I enjoy mocking the fates much more than is safe) that we enjoy some sun cakes before going to bed.
Has Beth told you about sun cakes? They're this delicious pastry thing, with a soft crust and soft, sugary insides. The only problem is that they flake about as badly dragonfire fruits stain. Guess what happens?
Moral of the story: fate is like a caged gorilla. If you mock it too much it pelts poop at you.
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