All you have to do is twist me open and plop me on a platter. I'm as easy as they come, sweetheart.
When I arrived on your doorstep (there was spring dew, I remember...), you were so excited. You opened me up right away, and we made magic together.
In a corner with a martini covering 75% of my face, I can weave an intricate tapestry of all the backroom drama unfolding behind closed doors.
You know what it looks like. It’s the same tank top I wear every time we get together to defeat an age-old evil or combat a monstrous hellion.