Drawings from the February 16 & 23, 2026, magazine.

You’re going to love my ability to nod and smile while people awkwardly thank me. White bread, straight ahead. That’ll be my slogan.

Puts its stamp on everything.

He knows your rhythms, your insecurities, your REM cycle—your cycle. He’s made himself needed, and now you don’t exist without one another.

Your interest in baking is a lie, although your interest in baked goods remains very much true.