"I can't wait until we live close enough together so that you can cook for me."
"..."
"What?"
"I'M the sick one and you want ME to cook for YOU?"
"Well, you wouldn't be sick."
"I can just see you now. Getting home. Lying in bed beside me. Poking me until I got up to make you dinner. 'Woman, make me a steak.'"
"I was thinking more a grilled cheese sandwich."
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Grilled Cheese? I want a real dinner some day when I come to visit you!
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