Cooking for Sunbutt [Sharing the Recipe]

>Your dirty mind might fuck you over, but now was your chance to really mess with her.

"The recipe? Well, it's a family secret, actually. My father taught it to me as I came of age."

>She nods, and waits for you to continue.

"But I can let you in on a couple things. Mainly, the dough is rolled with a huge, hard rolling pin."

>She raises an eyebrow.

"The spices we use cum directly from our produce. My mom usually helped my dad on this part."

>"What did your mother do?"

"She helped make the spice. What I can say is that it's laced with love and effort."

>You can't help but start to chuckle.

"Once mom did her part, dad would spread the love all over the dough, and would finish satisfied."

>She looks like she's getting the idea.

"Afterwards, mom would taste-test it. She always loved it and swallowed it every time."

>You're so close to bursting out laughing.

>She, however, is not.

"Mom would always beg for more, too. Dad obliged her, and made a ton more, both for the pizza and her. He could only produce more after waiting for a while though, y'know, to wait for the stuff to ripen."

>Her eyes shoot open.

>She's caught on.

>"A-anonymous...did you...?"