“Put it this way,” she said, “Chocolate and peanuts go well together. Beer and peanuts go well together. But would you really want to put beer and chocolate together?”
“No, I guess not,” Amy admitted.
“Then there you go. You’re the peanut, baby. It’s not a bad thing to be. And either I’m beer and he’s chocolate or he’s beer and I’m chocolate but either way we’re really best taken separately, at different times, with palate cleansers in between.”
“I think he’s probably beer.”
“I think you’re probably right. He drinks enough that if you cut him, he’d bleed it.”