Best dessert

<I take a passing glance at the dessert menu (just one for the table) and pass it to my niece and her bf>

<They glance at the menu and exchange an extended significant glance that almost looks like an exchange of Ha (breath) and also almost looks like a head-to-head>

me: Ummm... that looks like a "you know what I'm going to say but I'm waiting for you to say it to see if you really know what I want."

niece: What I want and what he will want are not the same thing. 

me: You can each get something...

bf: We can get yours and share it.

me: So... which is it?

niece: The creme brulée.  

me: Of COURSE the creme brulée!

<discussion continues and I make Big Frog tell his story about Mexican food>

me, in passing: I wonder what creme brulée is in Spanish.  ¿Como se dice creme brulée?

<niece types>

me: Are you Yelping already?  <knows that usually would be me typing>

niece: I'm Google translating.  <pause>  Flan.  Of course it's flan.



This weekend I discovered the joy of having an adult niece, from drinking (responsibly!) together, to my positively pressuring her to get Fairy Hair (she did, in a very professional matches-and-shines, flashes-in-the-sunlight color, whereas I put Easter-egg-colored sparkles in mine), to late-night tabletop gaming.  And Biltmore.  You've met me; you don't even have to ask.  Better believe we went to Biltmore.  Getting to walk around downtown Kernersville this morning on a sunny, 60F+ day?  Love it.  C'mon... move South!