"Is that supposed to say marry?"
Derek clenches his jaw, nods curtly as he continues to ice the dark chocolate Easter egg.
Scott leans over his shoulder, clucks his tongue, “Dude.”
"What. What’s wrong, now?"
"Nothing! It’s just," Scott leans closer, peers at the lettering. "It looks like it says will you massg me. He’d probably think it was short hand for massage and be totally down for it. He’s pretty fond of touching you.” Scott scrunches up his face. “Things I once never thought I’d say to you.”
"I’m so thrilled you can say them now," Derek says flatly. He curses as the e on his me drips into a rather sinister looking g, and tosses the icing piper on the table. “I can’t do this.”
Scott hums thoughtfully, picks up a discarded milk chocolate bunny and bites the tail off.