"Baka."
"What?" he replied, his deep voice soft on the other end.
"Does your fart smell?"
Almost instantly, the patience in his tone evaporated. "I really don't want to talk about things like this."
"Because I just farted and it smells so bad."
"What is wrong with you? Why did you even tell me? I told you I don't want to talk about these things."
"It's just fart," I countered, wondering why it was such a big deal to him.
"Still. It's disgusting."
Slowly, the expression on my face went blank. "Wait, do you mean to say I can't fart around you?" I asked, scandalised.
"Yes."
"But I have to fart around you," I argued indignantly.
"No."
"But I must. Whether you like it or not, I'm gonna fart around you. And if you still like me after that, then, you really love me."