Iron Anniversary

[Varda]

You gave me your heart on our wedding day, but for our 6th anniversary, you let me take possession.

“Sorry it’s steel. Iron’s more traditional,” you said, handing me the gift-wrapped scalpel.

“Are you sure?” It seemed too plain a key to open something as wondrous as your body.

“Be my guest.”

So like a saint or a heavy metal god, you bared your chest and didn’t flinch when I broke your ribs and reached inside.

It turned out to be a muscle like any other, but that’s missing the point. The point is that you let me hold it.

[Cutter McKay]

Very interesting literal interpretation. I really like it. The only problem is, my mind is left reeling with questions about the aftermath. I mean, did you put it back when you were done? Did you leave it in better condition than you found it? Or did you return it scratched and caked in grime with greasy fingerprints on the ventricles?

[Varda]

Well, I *was* eating a PB&J with my other hand when I did it, so there's a good chance Mr. Varda's heart got all sticky and jammy in the process. He doesn't look too worse for the wear, though - well enough to work the Xbox, which is really the important thing, right?

[Cutter McKay]

... well enough to work the Xbox, which is really the important thing, right?

That was my concern, yes. So I guess I have no complaints.

[Marmabean]

Peanut butter jelly heart! That's a whole new drabble.