(Out for lunch on the hill) * Shish stares at Allan for a few minutes <Allan> what's up? <Shish> don't take this the wrong way, but I REALLY want to lick your nose <Allan> ................................................ o_O;;; * 5 awkward, confused minutes pass * * Allan scratches his nose and looks at his hand, realises that his face has been covered in chocolate mousse for the last half hour