Renley:Okay, just making sure you saw it, heard it, read it.
Theo:Yes, I have it covered.
“Hey, I’m putting in an order for some fluffernutter sandwiches,” Rupert calls from the bathroom. “You in?”
“What the hell is that?”
“Peanut butter and marshmallow. These Americans are nuts.”
I chuckle. “I’ll take one.”
“Want some chowda, too? That’s how they say it. ‘Chowda.’”
“Chowder and peanut butter and marshmallow? No, I’m fine, thank you.”
“Just the fluffernutter then.”
“Yes,” I call out.
“Consider it ordered. Stomach, we’re eating like kings tonight!”
Jesus, he’s a numpty.
Theo:Have you ever had a fluffernutter sandwich?
Renley:Where did that come from?
Theo:Rupert just ordered us some. Apparently it’s peanut butter and marshmallow.
Renley:I know what it is. I grew up eating them.
Theo:Really? Are they good?
Renley:Of course they’re good. It’s peanut butter and marshmallow. Is that what you’re having for dinner?
Theo:I guess so. Rupert is pairing it with chowder.
Renley:That’s not a good pairing.
Theo:That’s what I told him but he’s going for it. I’ll tell you this right now, when he comes to my room later because his stomach hurts, I will refuse to rub it.
Renley:Way to stand your ground and make a statement.
Theo:Your praise really makes me feel seen. Anything else you want to praise me for? Perhaps some late-night lip locking?
Renley:Why did I know you were going to bring that up?
Theo:Because you know me so well at this point.
Renley:Unfortunately.
Theo:I don’t see that as a terrible thing, as it’s good to get to know your not-so-future husband. Maybe you should ask me more questions—after we talk about the kiss though.
Renley:We are not talking about the kiss.
Theo:Why not?
Renley:Because the kiss never should have happened.
