"Why can't we just bake him a cake?"
"He doesn't like cake. It needs to be filling."
"-but, birthday bean dip? How does that even work?"
"It probably won't, but it's worth a try."
"What does that even mean? Why don't you just make you're own?"
-because they're probably paranoid about me with him, but not about me with you, or you with him. "Dad's taking me on a trip that day, but he'll love it. Trust me."
"I trust you about as far as I can throw you."
"You've been getting better at that."
"I'll beat you one of these days."
"You really won't. Look, just be happy that we don't have to barbecue a whole dinosaur or something."
"He'd hate that. He's a vegetarian."
"
He's a what?"
"He's really sweet, and not everybody's a rabid carnivore, Bells, even if he does pig out almost as hard as you. At least I haven't seen him accidentally take a bite out of a metal table yet."
It's not my fault! Everything tastes the same in this form. "I meant to do that."
"You chewed. You swallowed. You jingled."
"
Shuttup. -or, I won't help you with your first crush."
"I don't need your- He's not my first- He's not my crush- shuttup!"
"Blush harder and keep mashing."
"Where did you even get these things? I've never seen them before."
"They're rare and special. He'll love them."
"They taste funny."
"What-
wait, don't eat thos-"