“What’s this?” Rodney frowned at the package John had dropped in his lap.
“It’s a present,” John said, smirking slightly. “Come on, at some point in your life someone has to have given you a present.”
“I know what a present is,” Rodney replied with slight irritation. “I mean why are you giving me one? It isn’t my birthday, or any holiday that I know of…”
“Just open it,” John sighed, shrugging off his jacket. “Anybody ever told you that you have a talent for sucking the fun out of things?”
“Yes, well,” Rodney scowled. “I’ve never heard you complain about my talent for sucking before.” He tore at the plain blue paper covering the package. “It’s a box. Gee, thank you, John, it’s just what I always wanted.”
“Don’t be a wiseass, Rodney. Open the box.”
Rodney pulled back the tape holding the flaps of the box shut and blinked. “I don’t get it. Peanut butter cups; is there some kind of significance that I’m missing, here?”
“Nah,” John shrugged, giving him a mysterious look. “Just chocolate and peanut butter.”