Setting: Matthieu is back from The Netherlands and brought back some Stroopwafels
Florian: ooooooooooooh!
Me: What are those?
Florian: Stroopwafels.
Me: Oh, damnit.
Florian: What? you can’t eat them?
Me: No, I can, that’s the problem. Those things are evil.
Florian: Now you complain when you can eat stuff?
Me: Yes, you can’t win.
Florian: Next time I’m in Germany, I bring back a teeeny-tiny bit of chocolate you can eat and giant bunch of stuff you can’t, so that way you have something you can eat but you can’t complain about the size of it.
Me: You know you’re evil incarnate, right?
Florian: Yes, and I love it.
