Jim and I went cake tasting for the second time at Jasmine this weekend, which was pretty straightforward. We were given two slices of cake and a side dish of buttercream frosting since the cakes were not heavily iced. It was supposed to be us and another couple tasting the same cakes, but the other couple had not shown up yet. Jim kept asking to eat the other couple’s slices of cake. I threatened to smear the extra frosting on his face. He taunted me. Then, this happened.
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