Desserts

"Ice cream," she whined.
"Cake!" he pounded his fists on the counter.
"Rainbow Sherbert!" she insisted.
"Devil's food." he plugged his ears.
"I'm allergic to chocolate." she screamed in his face.
"I'm allergic to you." he kept his ears plugged so the words sounded funny only to him. He laughed.
"You think this is funny?" she pried his hands away from his head. One slipped and he slapped himself.
"Yes." But he didn't really.
"Forget it. Fine. Devil's food." she grabbed her keys.
"You're driving?" he rubbed the side of his face.
"So?" she put her hands on her hips.
"Okay." he shrugged his shoulders.
"What?"
"Nothing. I was just thinking."
"Thinking what?
"I'm not sure Devil's food sounds that good anymore."