This morning (yesterday morning, actually), Zack emerged from the bathroom, still damp from his shower, smelling minty fresh.

"I just tried that new soap you bought me." (When I was down in LA, I picked up a bodycoffee bar for him from Fred Segal Apothia, coffee addict that he is.)

"And how'd it work for you, hon?

"Not that great. I don't feel very clean." He rubbed his shoulder, and knit his brows together in a slight scowl. "It's got that 'exfoliating grit' that permeates all those fancy soaps nowadays, but it just leaves me feeling dirty. That pumice stuff is like dirt... it was like rubbing a bar of dirt all over my skin, and now I'm sure I left a bunch of dirt in the shower..."

"Hon," I interrupted. "That 'dirt' is actually coffee beans. It's a bodycoffee bar. It's got coffee extract, and uses ground coffee as a scrub."

"Really!" he brightened considerably. He paused for a moment. "Well, that changes things..."