guilty as charged

So Top Management is doing that thing where she looks in the fridge, she looks in a cabinet, she looks in the freezer, she looks in another cabinet, she paces. I sense she's searching for something, perhaps food of some sort. 

"I've been really craving something savory," she grumbles. "Salty. Crunchy." 

I have to head to the store to buy stuff for dinner, so I pick up broccoli. It's crunchy and it can be salty. Wisely, I then also buy Doritos. 

I pop into the studio upon my return and hand her the bag. Her eyes light up. 

"You're the devil," she gasps. 

I try to pull the bag back, but her claws are sunk well in. 

"But you're my kind of devil," she adds. 

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[sarah r hutchins]

Awwwww. You too are still the cutest.