In a log cabin during a snowy winter's night, the two shared an intimate moment. He decided to approach her in the kitchen, pulling his body alongside hers. Without reserve, he bravely dipped his finger into her bowl of guacamole and brought it to his mouth. Confidently adding a dash of salt, a ground of black pepper, he began to work his magic. He squeezed an offensive amount of limes into the bowl, letting the juice run unapologetically between his hands. Not a single word was exchanged. He began folding the ingredients together with expertise. He tasted it again and motioned her to do the same. She didn't like to lose control in the kitchen. However, both appalled by his audacity and delighted with curiosity, she put his creation to her lips. It was glorious.