Isabel had crinkled her nose at the metaphor, beginning to think that there wasn't much hope in trying to grasp what he was trying to say. Instead she took a wild stab in the dark at what the gist of it was. "I don't want to spend the rest of my life licking the icing off... cakes. It's just going to make me ill."

She glanced over at him as she finished programming the copier. "How the hell did I break your snark?"