19. Fruitcake
Words: 136
Jermaine Orleans
Feat: Qetsiyah Orleans (kolyander)

“What is that?” Jermaine Orleans asked, staring at the misshapen loaf sitting on the kitchen cabinet of the Italian apartment he and his wife, Qetsiyah, shared.

With a laugh, Qets appeared and wrapped an arm around his waist, looking down at it with him. “Neighbor brought it over. I think it's called fruitcake. I guess it's a typical holiday gift.”

He reached out to gently poke it with his finger, looking closer to see all of the different colors. He was pretty certain bread or cake or… whatever, wasn't supposed to come with different shades of green, orange and reds in it.

Qets laughed at him again, before releasing him. “C’mon. I’ll try it if you do. Or are you too scared of it?”

The competitiveness in him unlocked, he grinned at his wife. “You're on.”