Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190428223246/@comment-36159587-20190909041831

Waiter: What would you like to have?

Helen: A pickle sandwich, cut into two halves.

Hitan: (*intensely blushing and slightly tearing up*) Helen, I never would’ve thought in a millennia that you would share your pickl—

Helen: (*gulps sandwich*) Look how fast I can eat