He knows I'm female and it's ok. *grin* It's STILL ok, the morning after, when he's sobered up and has a trace of a hangover.

Dai says:

And I've made you an ice-cream.

Dai says:

*proud proud proud*

Dehan says:

*grins muchly, curious about ice cream, enjoying the poem, and generally purring to hell and back*

Dai says:

Jax's Mocha Cream Swirl - be happy, it's gorgeous. It's chocolate, coffee and cream in pretty much equal proportions, actually, slightly heavier on the chocolate.

Dai says:

And it comes out in alternating swirls of brown and cream.

Dai says:

(the first attempt was just a muddy colour)

Dehan says:

*purrs even louder, his body vibrating with the sheer force of it* Now if only I could get that here... that sounds delicious. And it's exactly what I would want, if I were going to have an ice cream named after me.

Dai says:

*smiles ... pleased to have pleased*

Dehan says:

*nuzzles you contentedly* Pleased indeed. There is an ice cream in the universe named after me and it's got chocolate and coffee! *happy*

Dai says:

It's good enough to keep as well, so you're going to be a regular flavour :-)

My life is very incredibly good right now, I wanted the world to know that. Mind, I say this while starting what feels like another bladder infection, coping with a sore throat, not working just at the moment, having spent too much on chinese food already this paycheck, and being just a tad impatient at several people.

I am, for this split second, content. Happy, even.

Life is good.