“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Nick replied, grabbing his overnight bag in his free hand, “…cupcake.” Upon seeing the look Monroe was giving him, Nick implored, “Can we forget I said that, please?”

“Anything you want,” Monroe consented easily, “…love bug.”

Nick groaned, wishing he had a free hand to smack himself in the forehead with, causing Monroe to go on, “Not a fan? How about…peaches? Dollface? Cuddle monkey?”

“If we weren’t in public, I would be very tempted to kill you right now.”

Hotel California, Ch. 1: La Vie En Rose

I swear to god, you two are the biggest dorks to ever dork. Please call each other gross pet names forever.

Okay, seriously, what are you munching on over there?” Nick asked, glancing briefly toward the passenger seat before returning his eyes to the road. “You’d better not be getting crumbs all over my car.”

“Just some pork rinds,” Monroe mumbled, his words nearly unintelligible over the sound of the crunching.

“Pork rinds, really?” Nick asked amusedly, arching an eyebrow at him. “Isn’t that a little obvious?”

“I’m reformed, not dead,” Monroe shot back a bit sulkily, cradling the bag protectively in his lap. “Even a wolf’s gotta indulge once in a while.”

Hotel California, Ch. 1: La Vie En Rose

PORK RINDS MONROE? REALLY?!