Olives are gross. Really, really gross.
Thank you for the amazing reviews, seriously guys... And if you get a chance, go check out DragonAceSg7's companion fic to this with Helen's reactions, super cute :)
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O is for the olives you pick off the pizza. Every single time. Even that other night before I left as we sat on the bed with a greasy box between us, you methodically picked off every single sliver of olive despite my best efforts to distract you. I can't understand why you hate them so very much considering how you used to steal mine straight from the martini glass but you always do it. If even a skerrick of your most loathed vegetable is left on your pizza, you sigh, roll your eyes and study the piece carefully as if unsure that it is still suitable for consumption.
Next time, when I suggest we order pizza without olives, can you tell me why you insist on having them on there? As much as I like seeing your nose scrunch as you concentrate on the decimation of the salty little circles, I hate them just as much as you and see no point in you dumping them all on my half.
O is for the olives that make me want to laugh at you and risk getting shot.