Me: "You want to go to China now, don't you?"
Adam: "Aw yeah. They have food there."
Me: "See, this is what I don't understand about your insistence on London as our honeymoon destination."
Me: "Why don't you want to go somewhere they have food?"
Adam: "London's become a decent city for food. They have French food...you just don't eat British food."
Me: "But there are so many places where you could have food you can't get anywhere else. Destination food." A thought occurs to me. "...hey! Is your total and irrational aversion to olives the reason you won't let us go to Greece?"
Adam, half-joking: "...yes. Olives and feta."
He calls me a picky eater. He rules out an entire regional cuisine. :P The things I have seen this man put in his mouth... but not feta, never feta! *sidelong glance*
EDIT: Adam: "You're so cute when you do that little glare out of the corner of your eye."
Now we watch Torchwood. There are bees.