The Cake Is A Lie, Part 3

(My fiancé and I are cuddling and horsing around on the couch in a completely non-intimate manner. It suddenly sounds like wood is splitting.)

Me: “I think we broke the couch.”

Fiancé: “It’s because we’re so full of hormonal energy… and cake.” *he pauses* “One of those is a lie.”

Me: “Probably the hormonal energy.”

Fiancé: “Yeah, especially since I had cake batter ice cream.”

Me: “And I had cake this morning.”

Fiancé: “That is so us.”