molded

“Ummm, Tal?” Cal wrinkled her nose. “I’m pretty sure the title you chose doesn’t mean what you think it does… It says here, made or shaped in a mold. I don’t see anything about fungus growing on cheese.”

“Whatever. Our readers are as sharp as cherry cheddar. They’ll get the gist from the photo.” Thalia burst into laughter at her simile.

Despite feelings of annoyance at the Muse of Wit’s lackadaisical approach, Urania couldn’t hold back a giggle. “Tasted awful, didn’t it? I can’t believe Typist cut around the mold and popped a piece in our mouth — gross!”

“In all fairness… she’s cut moldy ends off of cheese before and it has tasted fine.” Cal mounted a defense.

“Well… not this time.” Urania scrunched up her face at the memory. “The little green spots must have already sent their invisible hyphae beyond the surface.”

“Hyphae?” The Muse of Many Questions asked.

“Thread-like filaments that form a conglomerate called a mycelium.” Urania read from a website called study.com.

“What is this? Science week?” asked the Muse of Wit. “Grammar week?”

“All of the above,” Cal replied. “Curiosity is king… err, queen. Whatever. Our readers are sharp like cherry cheddar — curious — and not overly concerned with labels.”