My partner and I have this thing where we ask each other if we are the other person’s x, where x is something ridiculous, cute, grotesque, or profane. For example, I once asked my partner if I was her gutter-bloated corpse, to which she, of course, answered in the affirmative.

I’ll soon find out if I am actually a tasselled wobbegong carpet shark in the eyes of my partner.

As an aside, I asked the corpse thing after reading this delightful line from one of my very favorite books:

“Body found floating by the docks,” Glokta breathed, “bloated by seawater and horribly mutilated… far… far beyond recognition.”