Me: Well then go to bed, silly!

Me: Sleep is good

Boy: You should really take some of your own advice, Stephanie. Or you could pass out.. Or like, fall on your computer, and accidentally dislodge a key from your keyboard and have it go into your throat. And you could die from asphyxiation... It sometimes takes up to three days to die that way, so that would suck. Oh, and if that happened I'd ne'er have lunch with you again.

Me: You know, the super sad thing is, all of those things are distinct possibilities with me. Clumsiness: it's a curse. I like how well thought out that scenario was, though. Terrifying, but well-thought-out!

Me: And truths. You speak truths, too.

Me: Anyway, I'm on my laptop, so worst case scenario I'd probably pass out and knock it off the bed and then end up tangled in the cord or something. ...not that that's happened before or anything.

Boy: Ooh... Not gonna lie, I kinda wish I could see that in person...

Me: It was several different kinds of special all wrapped up in a comforter.

Me: My mom laughed at me for three days straight.

Me: I'm not sure she paused for breath, tbh.

Boy: I think you're all kinds of special wrapped up in a convenient package shaped like a girl. Seems like you bring joy (if not just entertainment in general) to all those around you.

Me: Why Mr. [xxx], that almost sounded like a compliment. You best be careful now, or I'll be gettin' a swelled head, and then what will we do? How will we hang out if I can't get through the front door because my head's too big, eh?

Me: (I'm fond of you as well. For the record. :))

Boy: Dawww, and I'm pretty sure we could fit you through the door sideways or something...