And lucky for that, too, because honoring dares like this helped preserve whatever masculinity Jono still had after... well, honoring dares like this. It was a vicious and tremendously entertaining cycle.

"'Pink taste' sounds like that medicine little kids get for strep throat or whatever," April mused. "I think a more accurate way of describing--" she nodded at the bright pink, whipped-cream-ified monstrosity the bartender was in the process of whipping up-- "that would be 'unicorn and rainbow taste.'"