The housemate got back early this afternoon from dog sitting, then came to wake the pup and take her upstairs. In the middle of getting her woken up and “ready for transport”, he just asked me out of the blue, “So did you want a cupcake?” Then proceeded. To pull. Two cupcakes. From his jacket pocket.
The unexpected absurdity of the situation had me laughing myself to tears and completely unable to answer for way too damn long. Though I finally did say yes.
I mean. Cupcake.
This is how we can still live in the same house, I guess.