Spoon
Fred yanked on the cutlery drawer, fully intending on getting a knife for his jam on toast when he was assaulted by a riot of misplaced colour that was most definitely not fine silverware.
Narrowing his eyes as the offending object he levitated it out of the drawer, unsure of any nefarious booby traps dearest Georgie might have set for him. Finding none, Fred palmed the object curiously before tilting his head and calling over his shoulder,
“ George?” he waited, getting a grunt for a reply from the other side of the small flat above their joke shop, “ Why is there a curiously shaped sex toy in the cutlery drawer?” he asked holding up the phallic purple polymer as his brother rounded the corner to peer into their kitchen nook.
“ I couldn’t decide where to keep it- thought it might like to spoon,”
Narrowing his eyes as the offending object he levitated it out of the drawer, unsure of any nefarious booby traps dearest Georgie might have set for him. Finding none, Fred palmed the object curiously before tilting his head and calling over his shoulder,
“ George?” he waited, getting a grunt for a reply from the other side of the small flat above their joke shop, “ Why is there a curiously shaped sex toy in the cutlery drawer?” he asked holding up the phallic purple polymer as his brother rounded the corner to peer into their kitchen nook.
“ I couldn’t decide where to keep it- thought it might like to spoon,”