OK. OK. I heard you say it is dinnertime.
I am coming.
Well, that sure doesn't look OR smell like what I ordered.
What do you mean - that's my dinner? I don't think so.
You can't fool me. I can smell the pasta and sauce cooking.
Did you forget that THAT'S what I ordered???
Well, I am going to fix you, Mom. I can wait as long as it takes for you to give in even if you think I am not supposed to have spicy foods.
Woos, Picky Phantom