Me: I’m going to get fat. And ugly. Are you still going to love me?
Mark: Of course.
Me: I’m already getting a little thicker. Are you sure you can handle this?
Mark: Honestly? It’s true that there is something extra beautiful about you right now. It’s kinda weird. I mean… it really is like there is this… shine to you.
Me: Awww, that’s so sweet…
Mark: Yeah. I know.
Me: Wait. There’s a shine to me? Did you just call me shiny? Don’t you mean-
Mark: No. I refuse to use that expression. You’re shining. Like a star.
Me: But I want to glow. Like a worm.
Mark: Shiny star. Deal.
Teacher from fifty years in the future: And that, Class, is how World War III was started…