Hungry For Love, Part 5

Me: *grabs fiancée’s arm, starts playfully nibbling*

Fiancée: “I’m not food!” *grabs my arm and starts nibbling as well*

Me: “So I’m food?”

Fiancée: “Mm-hmm.”

Me: “So you’re marrying food. You’re going to be Mrs. Food soon.”

Fiancée: “I’m not food!”

Me: “What? You want to keep your maiden name, you want to keep your maiden edibility; what’s this relationship coming to?”

Fiancée: “Feminism has gone too far?”

Me: “Precisely.”