Glad you bailed out your punt. That was fun.
Puns can cause one to delve into etymology. “How?” you ask.
I do volunteer work in a secondhand book shop that supports our local library. One night each week we stay open late, and offer, in addition to a fine collection of books, free mulled cider and home made cookies. A customer was invited to try the ginger cookies. He took a bite, moaned with pleasure, and declared them decadent. I drolly mentiond that they would be when he had eaten nine more. He replied that so many would last him until 2026.
We chortled at our collective puerile wit.
Then, I had to verify that, despite appearances, decade and decadent don’t share a common root, other than, in this case, the ginger.