Mashed Potatoes and Unicorn Kisses

As we lay in bed Thanksgiving night, Dorian fell asleep midconversation...

Me: "I love you."
Dorian: "I love you."
Me: "You smell like turkey."
Dorian: "You smell like mashed potatoes...and unicorns."
Me: "What?"
Dorian: "Unicorns..." (He opens his mouth wide and rests his upper lip on my nose, with his lower lip on my lower lip, like a muzzle.)
Me, into his mouth: "...What the hell."
Dorian (mouth still open): "Oonihurns." (He closes his mouth.) "That's how they kiss. It keeps the horn out of the way."