Ever since he was a little kid, he'd always hated carrots. They tasted like soap, and cooked carrots had a gross mushy texture.
But there were some sacrifices he would make. As he stared at the emerald-eyed angel in front of him, he took a deep breath. "Chocolat, I want you to know that I love you, and I..." He paused. This was a huge commitment.
"I would eat a million carrots for your sake."
Chocolat pecked his cheek. "Any carrot-hater who eats carrots for his girlfriend is a keeper." And he could tell she meant it.