Chapter 38
Raining Raisins
"Sebastian, I had a dream yesterday that it was raining raisins."
"Nightmare, you mean."
"What is wrong with raisins?"
"Do you really want to answer that question? They are assholes that hide in cookies and when you bite into them thinking you are getting a big ole chocolate chip, you get a mouthful of raisin."
"I happen to prefer raisins in my cookie rather than chocolate chips."
"So, wait, people like you do exist. I thought you were a myth."
"Funnily enough, yes, Sebastian, not everything is driven by your chocolate-enticed brain."
"Then why did you eat all my chocolate chip cookies?"
"Honey, I told you - I happen to prefer raisins, I'm not completely and utterly obsessed with raisins however. I am not going to create an army of oatmeal raisin cookies to triumph your puny chocolate chip cookie army."
"My chocolate chip cookie army is only small because we keep eating them, and your oatmeal raisin cookies are so big because nobody eats them."
"Why are we arguing about raisins?"
"Because you decided to dream about them. Why are raisins in your dreams and not me?"
"Come on, Sebastian. Do you really want to torture me so? I have to live with you in this apartment every day, and I supposed that my dreams were a break from your consistently annoying nature."
"Raisins are better than me? That hurt, Kurt. That really, really hurt. What are you eating?"
"A cookie, Sebastian - hey, don't touch them!"
"These are really, really fucking good."
"...they're raisin cookies."
"You know, raisins aren't that bad. I never had them before."
"I hope you're in my next dream and that it starts raining anvils and one hits you."
xo Peanut Butter/Sam