"Rose, I love you, but what on earth are you doing?"
George Weasley had spent the last several minutes watching his girlfriend painstakingly carve the peel from an orange with a knife and a tea towel, then cut the inner fruit into segments. But when she speared one of them on the end of a fork that she had ready, he'd had to chime in.
Most people would have responded with a dry comment like 'I'm eating an orange; what does it look like?', but Rose wasn't like that. Full of cheesy puns, sure, but never dry or sarcastic. Instead, she gave him a sheepish smile. "It's weird, isn't it?"
"Just a tad."
Rose grinned and used the fork to pop the segment into her mouth anyway. When she'd finished chewing, she explained, "I just don't like the smell on my hands. Even if I wash them, I can still smell it."
"So you like oranges... just not the smell?" George asked slowly. He was pretty sure that taste was generally integral to smell.
"No, I like the smell. Only not on my hands." Rose paused as she recounted her words. "Okay, that sounds even weirder than what you just said."
"Well, god forbid I'm the weirder one in the relationship," George teased. It actually made sense to him. He'd noticed over time how often Rose needlessly washed her hands, as well as the fact that she always carried around a little bottle of lemon scented antibacterial gel in her bag. If she was happier eating her fruit with a knife and fork, then so be it. He said as much out loud.
Rose smiled. "So you're willing to take me, odd quirks and all?"
George grinned. "I already have, haven't I? I mean, I accept that you're practically a vampire, that you like furry creatures better than people, your awful, awful puns... Ow, hey!" Rose had given him a shove for the last one. Well, it was more of a tap. Not like Tee - George had seen her knock Fred entirely off his chair before.
"My puns are great, I'll have you know," Rose declared. "Did you not hear my one earlier about the immature cheddar?"
"I did. I just wished I didn't," George joked. When she gave him another mock shove, he retaliated by simply leaning his face right in close to hers and smiling. A sure way to make up for whatever teasing comment he'd just made. "Kidding." He was close enough to catch the scent of oranges on her breath. He decided, in that moment, that he quite liked the smell himself.
Rose caved, as always. "I suppose I'll let you off."
George's smile widened into a grin, even as he brushed a kiss across Rose's lips. A lot of good things could be said about the taste of oranges too.