Everyone knows what Valentine's Day is really about: chocolate!
I ran a search on my books, and predictably enough, nearly all of them mention chocolate. Some examples:
He set down the glass, thought a moment, and said, “I would like to make chocolate chip cookies.”
Adrian peeled the plastic wrap from the brownie, broke it in half, and handed the larger section to her.
Must be the scents and nourishment of a proper home-cooked meal at last. And the wine. And the chocolate cake—from scratch.
Of Ghosts and Geeks:
When Gwen heard the knock, she imagined it was a local kid selling fundraiser chocolate bars, or Uncle Bert dropping in to beg more details about her “student’s” ghost.
The Ghost Downstairs:
“But he did. He had chocolate with me.” Lina closed her mouth before disclosing what happened after the chocolate.
What Scotland Taught Me: (To my surprise this one has the most references to chocolate of any of my stories. Here are a few.)
“Can we just get some chocolate,” I said, “and go home?”
“Be a dear and serve your boyfriend some chocolate trifle, won’t you?”
Coffee, I needed coffee. No, better yet, chocolate. Chocolate might put my calendar in perspective.
“I was wondering if an old friend could stay at your flat tonight, if that friend brought like a cubic buttload of Cadbury Fruit and Nut bars.”
Valentine’s Day resolved nothing. That afternoon apparently featured Amber wearing lingerie and chocolate body paint in Laurence’s room, and still not getting laid.