"On it. See you in fifteen."

Without waiting for a response, I flipped the book shut, grabbed a canvas tote bag and headed to the store.

Fifteen minutes later, I was in front of her door- the place was a lot less daunting without a chocolate moat- and knocking. I had grabbed one of everything I could find that was chocolate, chocolate-ish, chocolate-like, or even smelled of chocolate.

Somehow I figured the chocolate wasn't the point, but I doubted she'd object.