"Oh. Well damn. That explains a whole helluva lot," he said, genuinely surprised.

"Sweetheart?" he cooed gently. "I think there's been a huge misunderstanding here. See... I woke up this morning to my Bud. As in my beer bottle. It is now a she and nothing happened at all. She's just making sure my beer is cold and fresh."

That sounded good, right?