Staying in to cook tonight.
Late dinners are always the best. Especially after hearing shitty fireworks all day.
Pfh, you adore going out to dinner. Don’t try and hide it, FCT.
Not when I don’t work out.
I’ll be sure you actually hit the gym tomorrow, lard ass.
Oh, right. What can I say? They roll off my lips eloquently. I was born with a gift, you know?
And why would you ever regret that, hm? I’m contemplating saying yes.
Calling me names is rude, Sweetheart.
It’s a beautiful gift, I have to say. You just say things and everything is cool.
I’d regret it because you’d possibly not like it and maybe.. just maybe, my feelings would be hurt.