Reggie took a sip of her mocaccino.

“Always tastier than a mocha,” she sighed.

“It’s the same thing,” said Dave, her boyfriend.

“If the name is more fun to say, the drink tastes better.”

“Name something else.”

“Turkey tastes better than Pavo.”

“I guess you might be right.”

“I guess you’re starting to get this whole being my boyfriend thing down.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe you just have strange taste.”

“Maybe you’d taste better if your name wasn’t Reggie.”

“Maybe so.”

Reggie sipped the last of her mocaccino and grinned to herself. She planned on keeping Dave around.