I brush my hair off my shoulder, settling into the new body I’ve spent months getting used to. “Ever since that experiment stuck me like this,” I say with a playful sigh, “I’ve been… re-evaluating my nutrition.”

I tap his chest lightly with one finger, teasing.

“You know,” I continue, leaning in with a smirk, “your special juice has more protein than a shake.”

I let the words hang in the air — half-joke, half-hint, fully mine.

“Thirty grams, easy. Natural, organic, free… and honestly?” I shrug with a soft laugh, lips curving. “If it saves me money on supplements, why wouldn’t I take advantage?”

He stares at me, stunned, and I just grin wider.

“Relax,” I murmur, voice dipping lower. “I don’t have to explain how I get my daily intake. That part’s… implied.”