Yuri: What do you want to eat for dinner?

Yoona: Uhmm, anything doesn’t matter.

Yuri: I picked last time, you pick this time.

Yoona: Nah, you pick.

Yuri: *sigh* Okay. Uhh, Chinese?

Yoona: Hmmm, no. Too greasy.

Yuri: Okay, Italian?

Yoona: No, too heavy.

Yuri: Clearly you have opinion about what you want to get. So just tell me what you want to get.

Yoona: I don’t care, really. I just want to eat. So, anything.

Yuri: Oh, anything?

Yoona: Yes, anything.

Yuri: Anything, okay. Mexican?

Yoona: No. Not today.

Yuri: *grunts* I’m not playing this game where I list every single thing and you shoot it all down. I’m not doing this again.

Yoona: Well then, I don’t know what to tell you. Anything would be fine. It’s food.

Yuri: Fine. Fine. Alright. We’re gonna get… Pizza.

Yoona: Anything but pizza.

Yuri: *grit teeth* What...do...you...want...to...eat?

Yoona: Alright, okay. Chill dude. I think Pi