You Say Tomato, I Say Hepatitis

(My boyfriend and I have a running joke about my face when I blush. Up until I met him, I would always call it my “tomato face” because of how red it would get, but once we started dating, he called it my “rose face” because according to him, my face is too pretty to be compared to a tomato, and he thought it’s more of a rose shade of red. I was telling him about yet another instance that got me blushing.)

Me: “My face turned tomato red! Even though you don’t call it my ‘tomato face.’”

Boyfriend: “No, you have a rose face, darn it!”

Me: *jokingly* “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, dear.”

Boyfriend: “If you had tomato face, there’d be tints of orange and yellow! You don’t have hepatitis every time you blush.”

Me: “…Ewww! Thank you for THAT imagery!”