Unchewable Sausage.

"What would you love to eat?" He asked, standing a few feet from the bed.

"Anything you have, I'm just very hungry." She answered, yawning.

"I have something right here. If you like sausages at least." He teased again, wiggling his carved eye brows.

"You never stop do you?" She said chuckling. "So long as it's chewable, I'm for it." She let a smirk grace her lips, while she looked him dead in the eye.

"Well, it's not exactly chewable, but it's got ice cream in it, that's if you suck on it properly." He said shrugging, trying to hold back the laughter that tried to break through his lips.

"Well, that's sad, Theodore. I'm only up for chewable sausages and sugary ice creams! Not salty ones, you goat!"

"Goat?!" He asked, looking at her in disbelief. "You couldn't call me any other name but goat. That hurts. And my ice cream isn't salty!" He whined.