It's a type of lime. I just figured with your sweet tooth, you'd have tried all of'em by now.

[ he wasn't much of a baker, but he knew pies almost as well as he knew classic western films.

the shift in weight was enough to draw his gaze, the corner of his lip twitching. he knew genji well enough to recognize the game he was playing -- never one to make things easy, and be damned if jesse didn't love that about him.

two could play at that. with an exaggerated stretch of his arms, he sank back on the mattress, eyes slipping closed as he did. ]

Wouldn't mind havin' you a la mode.