A: Come on, D. Spill it. What are your guilty pleasures?
D: A, I’m as close to an ascetic as one can be.
A: That is a load of malarkey – you’ve taken ‘warrior-priest’ to a whole new extreme. Besides, I happen to know your heart still beats in double-time whenever Mairead sidles by.
D: Perhaps – but that is not something for which I feel guilty. Besides, it is not yet our time – and I shall not be some faithless cad–
A: Okay, okay – God, you are so pedantic. What about other things?
D: Other things?
A: You know, food. TV shows. Books. Your love of cats, even though you keep decrying the lack of war hounds in my home?
D: I never—
A: I didn’t say those were true – except for the last one. Ha!
D: One can love cats and hounds, A. I appreciate cats for their mystery.
A: Right. And not for their fluffy bellies, and their ecstatic chasing of the little red dot.
D: Oh. You heard that, did you?
A: You are in my head. I hear everything.
A: Yeah. Okay, so we have cats on the list. Anything else?
D: I didn’t say—
A: Anything else?
D: You are relentless.
A: You aren’t answering the question.
D: Fine. Katy Perry songs.
A: Katy Perry?
A: . . . Forgive me, I’m still trying to wrap my head around this one. I mean, I enjoy her songs and all, but um, it just doesn’t jive with my vision of—
D: Did you know you’re a firework, A?
D: And, A. You’re original, cannot be replaced.
A: Okay, you can stop now. I can see why maybe you’d consider that a guilty–
D: Hey – you know what, A? I’m not ashamed. I’m proud. You hear that world? Proud!
A: . . . Okay then. Well, on that note—
D: Not so fast, A – what is your guilty pleasure?
A: Mine? Oh, well. I don’t–
D: Come on, spill it.
A: Fine. Potatoes.
A: Yeah. Potato in all its delicious, carby forms: chips, crisps, fries. Baked, mashed, twice-baked breaded and deep-fried. Scalloped and creamed, boiled alive—
D: Okay, okay, I get it – please stop waxing lyrical about potatoes.
A: Oh come on, D – I think I feel a poem coming on!
D: And on that note, we are definitely going to bid you all a fond farewell!
A: Do you have a guilty pleasure? Drop a line in comments. Thank you for stopping by and reading!
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