Poked By The Finger Of Fate, Or Fat

(My husband and I are in bed. I’m reading; he’s on his laptop playing an adventure game. I reach over and poke his stomach.)

Husband: “Hey! You poked the ‘Belly of Destiny’!”

Me: “The ‘Belly of Destiny’?”

Husband: *looking down* “Oh, sorry. That was the ‘Belly of Density’.”