"What are you going to order, Moxie?" Frank asked as we pored over the take-out menu.
"Uuummm…I think I'm going to have a pastrami on rye with extra provolone. Regular mustard, not spicy. And no tomatoes."
"That's what you always get."
"You always look at the menu and it takes you ten minutes to figure out what you want, then you end up ordering the same thing each time. I'm just sayin'."
"And you don't? You do the same thing. You always order The Animal. Extra mayo, no onions. If you're really feeling frisky you add jalapeños."
"Oh, really? Well, I'll have you know that tonight I'm going to have a meatball sub for a change."
"Mmmm…round, hot, steamy, meaty balls," I seductively purred in a deep timbre.
I was met with a blank stare. Then: "I'll stick with The Animal with extra mayo and no onions."
"That's what I thought," I smirked.