#these nuts

Sitting in the corner of their couch. They are reading a very dry pdf about a very saucy subject: the arts patronage of Lucrezia Borgia. They're snorting every so often. With the right hand they scroll. In their left hand, resting on the couch, their fae lover reclines, lazily conjuring glowing geometries in the air. "The Banquet of Chesnuts," they snort. "Whose nuts?" ask the fairy. "Pope Alexander VI, probably." "Oh, I've been meaning to ask you, do you like CDs or tapes better?" "They still make tapes?" "Apparently." "Huh. Well, I still have CDs and I don't have any tapes, so... CDs." "See deez nuts," said the thumb-sized fairy in their palm. "Oh my God." "Yes. See... deez... nuts," the fairy repeated, savoring it. "Your little tiny nuts." "Wait, what? What do you mean?" "What did you think it meant?" "It means balls?" "That's what nuts are, colloquially, in this context, yes." "Oh. Well, uh. I thought it was just nuts." "Like brazilnuts? Peanuts?" "Cashews." "No, it means your nuts. Which I have already seen." "When did I show you my cashews?" They closed their fist gently, and felt the fairy's wings beat swiftly, gently, against the inside of their fingers. They stood up and uncurled their fingers, looked down on the lightly flustered fairy. "You show me you're nuts every day," they winked. They waited for a reaction. After a procession of beats, they explained. "In this context, 'nuts' means 'crazy'". The fairy nodded and laid back, head resting on the pillowy ball of their thumb. "See this nut," said their tiny lover. "Mm-hmm," they said, walking lightly off towards the kitchen. "Gladly."