I clucked and scowled. “I’m just asking. What if I get pregnant and I ask you to buy me food that only exists in other countries?” 

Terrence sighed after drinking his drinking water until it was only a quarter. “I thought you were pregnant. But I haven’t had sex with you. So it can’t happen.”

“Don’t make my mood fall apart again. I just want to have fun.” I pricked my lips.

Terrence nodded. “If that happens, I will be happy to do it for you one.”

“Really?” I asked for reassurance while feeding ravioli into my mouth.

“I really will do it for you. I’ll do whatever you want....