<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EDk3Aq4XUAAbMSK.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>I yawn and realise I've been staring a bit blankly.<br/><br/>"Flippers? What kind of flippers? Oh, fritters, um, that makes a lot more sense."<br/><br/>I blink and giggle.<br/><br/>"I also definitely heard something about drinks. Could we have a round of schnapps too, or something like that."<br/><br/>I eye the collection of desserts that seem to be multiplying. Oh my!<br/><br/>"I believe this may be becoming closer to heaven with every plate. I shall volunteer to save Jaclyn from having to overfritter, if needed of course. I of course believe that she has an almost bottomless capacity for fritters, and thus I shall be able to go unsacrificed."<br/><br/>I run through that in my head. I may have stopped making sense.