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"I never had you down as a smoky bacon man." Robert observed Aaron munching about three crisps at once (because how many people can only munch one at a time?).
Aaron didn't quite finish the mouthful before he replied to Robert.
"They are my favourite flavour. Why wouldn't I?"
Robert moved nearer to him on the sofa.
"Seriously. I remember you liking prawn cocktail to a scary extent back in the day."
Nearing the end of the bag, Aaron moved it towards the space between his legs.
"Not anymore. Decided that they were too middle-class for me."
Robert developed a look of gleaming mischief.
"I think it was the word 'cock' that drew you to them wasn't it?"
A cushion was soon hurled in his general direction.
"I suppose your favourite flavour is cheese-and-onion, given what your jokes are like."
Robert snorted.
"There are some things I haven't tried in years. You know. Being inside and all."
Aaron put the last of the crisps in his mouth, along with some of the crumby bits that always inevitably gather towards the bottom of the bag.
"You know..."
He swallowed the crisps before continuing.
"...there's a flavour called hot honey that has become big recently. Even more middle-class if you ask me."
Robert gleamed mischievously again.
"Who asked you?"
He got a light slap around the back of his head.
"First time I ever saw that flavour, I was reminded of you, to be honest."
Blankly staring, Robert rubbed the back of his own head, pretending that it hurt.
"What you on about?"
The mischief seemed to transfer to Aaron via the small space between them.
"Well...don't you get it? You are...hot...honey."
Robert literally cringed, albeit playfully.
"I thought I was the one with the cheesy lines?"
Throwing the empty bag into a nearby bin, Aaron moved closer to Robert.
"You are. It's almost like you are rubbing off on me. So to speak."
Moving in for a kiss, Robert paused before he did so.
"Back in the day...when I was a kid, probably when you were too...there was a flavour called..."
Aaron raised his eyebrows.
"What?"
Robert bit his lower lip.
"Sausage and tomato."
Both found themselves devolving into a fit of snorting and giggles.