<blockquote>The first time Nancy kissed Doreen she tasted like acorn buttercream and New York City grit. Nancy had never thought of that as a winning combination, but somehow Doreen made it work. She also dipped Nancy, because Doreen kissed like she did everything else: with 300% enthusiasm and like she'd learned it off a pack of trading cards written by a maniac in a full-face mask.
Nancy was never going to get the taste of acorns out from behind her molars.</blockquote>
