Page 26 of The Fangirl and the Crooner

Me: I’ve never claimed otherwise. *winky-face emoji*

Me: What should we cook next time?

Pressley: Next time?

Me: Teamwork makes the dream work. You didn’t think I’d be cooking for us by myself every night, did you?

Pressley: We could alternate days.

Me: We could, but isn’t it more fun when we do it together?

As soon as I hit send on that one, I realize the innuendo in the words. Shit. I hope she doesn’t misinterpret it and run for the hills again.

Pressley:That’s what she said.

I bark out a laugh as my thumbs fly over the screen.

Me:Did you seriously just make a “that’s what she said” joke? I thought you were better than that.

Pressley: These walls are thin, Bram. I heard you laugh.

Me: I certainly did not laugh at that lame attempt at a joke. You must’ve heard the T.V.

Pressley: That’s your story, and you’re sticking to it, huh?

Me: Exactly.

Pressley: Okay, then. I’ll try to refrain from making any more lame jokes.

Me: Impossible. It’s your very nature.

Pressley: To be lame?

Me: Shit. I walked right into that one, didn’t I? You know that’s not what I meant.

Pressley: I don’t know… I’m pretty sure I heard an insult in there somewhere.

Me: Okay, fine. I totally laughed.

Pressley: I knew it! And to answer your original question, chicken enchiladas, homemade pizza, and steaks with baked potatoes are some of my favorite meals to cook.

Me: Got it. I’ll hit the grocery store tomorrow.

Pressley: You don’t want me to come? What if you buy the wrong cheese?

Me: You’re right. You should probably come supervise me in the dairy section, at the very least.

Pressley: Great. Just let me know when, and I’ll be ready.

Me: That’s what she said.

Pressley: *eye roll emoji* Not as funny when you say it.

Me: That’s sexist.

Pressley: It has nothing to do with gender and everything to do with my sparkling wit and perfect comedic timing.

Me: Okay, Tina Fey, I’ll see you in the morning.

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