Made some toast just now, since I failed to eat a proper dinner earlier. As I did so, I was reminded of the following:
I was making tea one night for myself and C. When it was brewed, I asked him, "Honey?"
He responded, "Yes?", then looked up to see I was holding the jar of honey.
"No," I explained to him, "Honey is not one of the pet names I use for you, and it never will be...."