Actual conversation at Casa de Wellman- What’s for dinner edition

Scene- watching a football movie on a lovely fall afternoon while working on a custom chainmail order. Settled into the giant comfy couch, pupsplats everywhere when I suddenly realize dinner’s a thing.

 

Me: Hey, how does pizza sound?

Rick: Twist my arm.

Me: What kind do you want?

Rick: The good kind.

Me: I could stab you with my pliers.

Rick: I could stab you back.

Me: My hope is that you’d be bleeding too heavily to formulate a defense.

Rick: Bah, all I have to do is miss the kidney. Don’t want to put stepdad out.

 

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