“For the record she actually wanted to eat here too, so if she says the donut’s good, the donut’s good.” You were going for that intimidating Clint Eastwood voice from that one western movie you saw. Understandably it failed. You were missing the half inch beard and the poncho…and the six shooters. Zephyr still had the smug look on his face and you would do anything to get it to go away; and as luck would have it, an opportunity conveniently presents itself in the form of your friend’s messy eating, “Dash you have some chocolate on your face.”