Last night while cleaning the apartment:
The Prince: "What time is Nora getting here tomorrow?"
Me: "I'm not sure yet, probably sometime after dinner."
The Prince: "So I can have a bloody steak before she gets here, then?"
Me: "You could, yeah-"
The Prince: "I'M JUST SO NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO SPENDING THE WEEKEND WITH TWO HERBIVORES. I AM A CARNIVORE AND I NEED MEAT. MEEEAAATTTTT."
Me: "What? That is ridiculous. You LIVE with me, all of the time, and you survive just fine on vegetarian fare. AND you ate an entire bag of beef jerky last night."
The Prince: "But Nora is a VEGAN."
Me: "So? We eat vegan meals all the time. All the soups I make you? Vegan. Stir fry? Vegan. The burgers we have? Vegan."
The Prince: "Okay, but I'm scared that Nora is going to infiltrate your brain, and she'll turn YOU into a vegan. And then you'll stop buying cheese, and there will be no scrambled eggs allowed on the weekends, and you'll just make me eat SALAD. EVERY. DAY."
Me: "You want some cheese to go with that whine?"
The Prince: "YES. THAT IS EXACTLY MY POINT. I WANT CHEESE. ALWAYS AND FOREVER."
Me: "I'm not giving up cheese."
The Prince: "You're not?"
The Prince: "You're sure?"
Me: "Yes. Because NACHOS. In other news, though, I do want to pick up some vegan ice cream before Nora gets here. It's actually really delicious."
The Prince: "OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING IT'S TOTALLY HAPPENING! YOU'RE TURNING INTO A VEGAN! NOOOOOOO!"