"This is going to give me a heart attack. I'm fully convinced I'm going to die before I get into Yale and study microbiology and get married with you as my maid of honour to a famous athlete and have cute babies and-"
"Gabby!" Marley interrupted incredulously, "Belgian waffles are not going to kill you. Even though you poured half the jug of maple syrup on them."
Gabby shot Marley a nasty look, "You're the same way with grilled cheese."
Marley gasped loudly, "Ketchup is not the same thing."
"My dad is concerned that the reason your blood is red is because of the dye in that stuff."
Marley huffed in anger, "If he were so worried he'd stop being my supplier."
Mr. Collins doesn't make grilled cheese. He makes killer grilled cheese. How one can make cheese on bread taste so impossibly go
