If you could spit roast a Panda and then cover it with Tiramisu, what would she say?

last night in bed (pre sleep talk as Ali wasn't tired...and didn't care whether or not Mike was):
'What do you think about us?'
'Us' Mike raised his eyebrows 'I like us'
After a moment's pause, while spooning, a moment of affection crossed me
'I love you. You're perfect'
'Ah, thankyou, I'm really not you know'
'I know' (moment of affection clearly shattered by reality)
'Thanks!- "you're perfect"..."no i'm not", "no you're not!"'
'Well, you're very almost, nearly there perfect'
'Thanks a lot!'
'You did walk into that!'
I continued:
'So is there anything I could do to be a better girlfriend?'
Mike went to open his mouth, and I quickly cut him off 'apart from not get so angry and upset?'
'Er...get me a baby orangutan?'
I thought this through, and then said: 'Panda?'
'Panda? Where did Panda come from?'
'I dont' know, I was just thinking about them- they look all sad with their big black eyes'
'That's cos they're rubbish and can't hibernate cos all they eat is shitty bamboo'
'Really?' My eyes widened 'They can't hibernate?'
'No, they don't store enough fat cos bamboo has hardly any'
'But they're huge!'
I pondered this new piece of information and then a funny image entered my mind, which speaks volumes for how my mind works on a daily basis. I was laying there thinking about how big panda's are, and then the thought of a panda above a fire, being openly roasted on a spit entered it for some unknown reason.
'Could you spit roast a panda?' I said thoughtfully.
Mike erupted into fits of laughter, at one stage burying himself in the duvet so as not to wake anyone up. I lay there feeling bemused. Mike carried on laughing, in total for about 5 minutes constantly-crouched in the foetal position, all i was presented with was his shoulders bobbing up and down from the laughing.
Eventually he pulled a semi straight face, although I could tell he was doing his best not to continue laughing. He stopped enough to look me in the eye, tears nearly rolling down his face and say:
'You do know that that's a sexual position don't you?' Before going off into another fit.
'Noooo!' I did not know, I did not know that at all, why did I not know. What was it?
'What is it?'
-more laughter followed by (with giggles) 'how could you not know...it involves a man, and a woman and another man...work it out'
While i worked it out he then said 'It was the sincerity with which you said it "can you spit roast a panda?" as though you wanted to try it...' the rest of the sentence was lost as more laughter emerged. I rolled over unamused.

I have no idea how the conversation then went, but it somehow got me saying (roughly along these lines cos BOY is being mean and won't actually re-tell it to me now):
'what's your favourite ice cream flavour?'
'Really well made vanilla'
'I had phish food the other day for the first time'
'Well, if we're talking novelty flavour then rum n raisin is always good'
'ooh I have to take you to the ice cream stall in the indoor market, they do really good tiramisu'
Mike giggled again,
'What now?' I said
'Oh that just reminds me of when I was younger and I said to sooz "I like this Tiramisu" and she said "I'm glad you like The TiramiMick!"
Mike laughed at the memory repeating it...I repeated it in my head and about a minute later fell about laughing saying 'iv'e just got it, TiramiSOO' Mike groaned.

Just done a little googling- thought Google must have something on spit roasted pandas! check it out http://www.seeuinhell.com/PandaRecipes.htm