Pet names are a persistant remnant of childhood, a reminder that life is not always so serious, so formal, so complicated. They are a reminder, too, that one is not all things to all people.
Well, what did you have for lunch?” I snapped. “Surely that’s not top secret superhero information. ” “Steak with mashed potatoes and a side salad,” Striker replied. “And a piece of chocolate cheesecake for dessert. ” I gave up on conversation after that. I was too jealous of the cheesecake to continue.