Prima: So after I flipped them hot pancakes onto the
plate with the gold foil design -- You know, the kind that looks like the Cliffs of Dover? -- I poured that microwaved boysenberry syrup on
top of 'em all ever so slowly, pausing to take in that inimitable smell of boyson-
Secunda: Girl, that distincyt is exquisite! Quit it! You'
re making me hungry.