Honeyed Pasture [m] Moonflower

Neither one of them seemed won over by his cheesy pickup line, though he wasn’t surprised by that, nor the cruel epithet that escaped the other guy’s mouth. It hurt him -- remarks like that always did, no matter how often they were slung his way -- yet Meatball hid the pain behind bravado and comedy.

Gaze shifting between one irate face and another, he held up both dripping paws in a placating gesture as he said, Awww, hey, I was just trying to have some fun! Good looks are great and all, Meatball continued, gesturing at the male before glancing at the toothsome woman, but don’t you want your children to inherit a winsome personality?

He unleashed his most charming smile. Yes, it was tucked in between two chubby cheeks set below a pair of piggy eyes. But he had a huge heart (literally) and Meatball wanted to think such things could be inherited. She could pick Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome and surely pop out some model kids -- who were prone to calling people things like fucking sows. But in the event she wanted cherubic comedians instead, she could always choose Meatball!