When your crush makes terrible seafood puns and your mouth decides to confess your feelings before your brain can intervene.

“The oysters would be overjoyed.” His smile grew wider. “Oysterjoyed.”

“What’s up with you and all the marine puns? Were the ginger biscuits spiked?” Isabelle asked, and Auguste’s cheeks turned a deep pink.

“I like you,” I blurted out, wanting to ease his embarrassment, but ended up creating my own. It happens when my tongue goes faster than my brain. “I mean, I like them. Your shell puns.”