Phoebe leaned down to sniff his neck again. "Sweetheart, you do smell like chocolate," Phoebe said with as much calmness as she could manage this early in the morning. Then she frowned. "Since when did you become allergic to chocolate?"

That was a fate worse than death as far as she was concerned.


[[OOC: Sorry for using the same icon over and over. Responding through e-mail due to work stuffs.]]