Chapter eight in German
Bison Burger
Three days later, Christian had yet another attempted couch built, only this time it looked more like a Trojan bunny.
"I've always wanted my own secret siege structure," Satine grinned. "Alliteration," she added, noting her last sentence. "I get 16 points."
"Fine," Christian grumbled. Now she was one point ahead of him.
"So about the wooden bunny in the backyard, is that an anniversary gift for me? Cause you know, if you were trying to hide it, I can see it very easily…"
"No, no, no no no no. It's for the baby."
"Snitzelfritz?"
"Bless you…?" Christian ventured.
"No, it's his name," Satine said, pouting. "Isn't it ikkle Snitzy poo?" she continued, tickling the baby who in a reflex kicked her where, if she had have been male, it would have hurt very very badly. Luckily she wasn't male though, but even so the force of the blow still made her let out a very strange noise and buckle her knees.
"You named our baby Snitzelfritz?" Christian asked in a tone that hardly made it seem a question.
"Yes!" Satine squealed, quickly overcoming her moment of pain.
"Satine, he's enough of a freak as it is without you cursing him with a name like Snitzelfritz!!"
"But honey bunny wunny," she whined, "I named him after you! You know, your middle name!"
"Oh. Yeah. I always try to get the fact that my parents cursed me with that name out of my head."
"Well you should be proud of it! It's a beautiful name for our beautiful babay."
Christian furrowed his brow at this, not really believing any of it. He walked over to the two and looked down at the baby who smiled at him. Unable to resist the kid's baby charm, he smiled too, only to have it returned by Snitzelfritz latching onto his nose.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!" Christian screamed as he ran around the room.
Satine sighed happily. "They're bonding. How sweet!" She then sighed once more for good measure and hopped off to the kitchen to get something to eat that was better than the rat poison she had found in the entryway and mistaken for tictacs earlier that day.