The MPs are lovely and, with our first meeting going so well, my frayed nerves have finally settled down by the time we get to the end of our meal. I'm so relieved that I can feel myself beaming. I throw my head back and laugh easily. I hold MP's hand. This is wonderful, I think to myself. THIS IS WONDERFUL!
And then we have dessert.
Dessert is a rice pancake drenched in a sticky sweet red bean sauce.
It's chewy. Chewy being one of my favorite consistencies, I chew and chew happily... that is until I'm chewing on my temporary crown.
My heart drops into my lap. The recently-calmed nerves threaten to sputter again. My palm becomes damp in MP's hand and the rice cake is a lump in my throat.
With a tight-lipped smile frozen on my face, I, ever so gracefully (and pretty damned miraculously), spit the temporary crown out of the corner of my mouth and drop it into my coat pocket.
No one notices.