It's a ridiculous concept! lol I think it came off the kink meme. This is what The Broccoli Test (http://fanlore.org/wiki/Broccoli_Test) is.
Snippet (aka, the only part I wrote and liked lol):
“And this girl, at least I think it’s a chick, it doesn’t matter. Point is, she said she wanted something showing definitive proof that we, you and I, would pass this obscure thing called the Broccoli Test.”
Zach rolled his eyes and disappeared behind the refrigerator door. “So you went to Google and now you have to involve me?”
“It does involve you,” Chris tried to explain. Standing, he went to grab a bowl from a cabinet. “The blackberries are on the counter; I threw some sugar on them for you.”
“Thanks,” Zach grinned and grabbed for them. He’d been dying for blackberries before they went out of season. He waited for Chris to pour cereal, the last of the Corn Pops probably since Zach had bought bananas and Chris refused even spun sugar type cereals without fruit involved. “All right, I’ll bite. What is this test thing. Is it multiple choice?”
“It’s a fan thing. They try to decide if two characters or actors or what-the-hell-ever are close enough to read each other’s minds or something.” Chris was practically bouncing in his glee from diving into fan-language.
“So…” Zach popped a couple berries into his mouth, sucking on the tips of his fingers to nullify the stain. “Some fan wants proof we’re M.F.E.O.?”
Cocking his head to the side, Chris chewed before answering, mouth still full. “Did you watch TBS last night? I didn’t know Sleepless in Seattle was on.”
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Snippet (aka, the only part I wrote and liked lol):
“And this girl, at least I think it’s a chick, it doesn’t matter. Point is, she said she wanted something showing definitive proof that we, you and I, would pass this obscure thing called the Broccoli Test.”
Zach rolled his eyes and disappeared behind the refrigerator door. “So you went to Google and now you have to involve me?”
“It does involve you,” Chris tried to explain. Standing, he went to grab a bowl from a cabinet. “The blackberries are on the counter; I threw some sugar on them for you.”
“Thanks,” Zach grinned and grabbed for them. He’d been dying for blackberries before they went out of season. He waited for Chris to pour cereal, the last of the Corn Pops probably since Zach had bought bananas and Chris refused even spun sugar type cereals without fruit involved. “All right, I’ll bite. What is this test thing. Is it multiple choice?”
“It’s a fan thing. They try to decide if two characters or actors or what-the-hell-ever are close enough to read each other’s minds or something.” Chris was practically bouncing in his glee from diving into fan-language.
“So…” Zach popped a couple berries into his mouth, sucking on the tips of his fingers to nullify the stain. “Some fan wants proof we’re M.F.E.O.?”
Cocking his head to the side, Chris chewed before answering, mouth still full. “Did you watch TBS last night? I didn’t know Sleepless in Seattle was on.”
"It was TNT."