Charmed by accuracy (a brief recap of being so)

Charmed by accuracy

(a brief recap of being so)

I brought her a treat, well, it's a treat to me. Desert facsimile. A protein bar with chocolate appeal.

She seemed eager, “Oh!”

“Well, it's a protein bar, so it doesn't taste great”, I wanted, I tried,

but before the confession could come

she had the 'food-stuff' rectangle somewhere inside

I paused,

watching her expression, and with some expectation.

...

Pleasure perhaps?

Instead a slightly confused look and her earnest proclamation,

both precise and correct,

“It tastes like the shoe aisle in Zellers! The smell, it tastes.”

Exactly.

and with a giggle., I think.