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This island is disgusting. Think of the children.

You're going to traumatize our young minds with your uncontrollable plant-induced snogging.
How long is this going to go on?

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You really are.

The cinnamon is my favorite.

Mmhmm, I'm thankful everyday that you're a nice, kind and caring young man.

Well, I'm heading back to my apartment right now if you're interested.

And there may or may be cookies.

And possible cookies?
This is a bribe. Why are you bribing me?

Me? Bribing? No.

I'm telling you about it because I need to grab a tin of hot cocoa from the grocery store. Along with toothpaste and two more items.

If anything I'm telling you a part of my grocery list.

Why?

To what?

Sharing your grocery list? You can't tell me there might possibly be cookies if there aren't any yet.

You can't even get your groceries or you'll fall prey to mistletoe madness. In a grocery store.

Hence the 'possibility' part. There may or may not be cookies, but I want cookies to be in my apartment which is why I'm going to the grocery store.

I'll be in and out, it shouldn't take me that long.

Why are you concerned with me falling prey to mistletoe?

I'm not concerned with you falling prey. I'm concerned with the chance that acquiring the cookies you desperately need right now could put everyone at risk of cooties.

Cooties..

You're worried about cooties?

[Brb she's debating on if she should tell him they don't exist.]

Sure. What little boy isn't?

Right...

Well, if you're that worried, then perhaps some other time.

If you're willing to brave the risk, I'll be at my apartment in about twenty minutes.

Some other time might be the safest way to go about this.

Twenty minutes? You've already gone and started your shopping? What have you been saying 'may or may not' for?

Are you scared? Is the Peter Pan scared?

I'm walking out and locking up right now. Like I said, it doesn't take me long to shop.

You're mocking me now. It's not me being scared. It's me finding the concept appalling.

Uh-huh.

Now I'm really insulted.

Don't be insulted. I'm finding it funny that you would brave anything and everything...

Except cooties.

It's not funny. It's the implications of cooties.

It kind of is. I promise you, there aren't any cooties near or on me.

To you, maybe. And there are. You aren't aware of them. Girls are immune.

You're making excuses, Peter.

And now I'm heading home.

I have no interest in kisses and I have been quite honest about it.

And I am staying put.

Yes, I know, but it sounds like excuses to me.

Alright, if you say so.

Well it's not.

Enjoy your coco.