Discussing Stephen Fry
- Me: We wouldn't have to go back to America. Papa Fry would take care of us.
- Boyfriend: Hahahaha that just put a really silly image in my head.
- Me: Do tell
- Boyfriend: Both of us dressed as a school boy and a school girl from england in like the 1960s or something. I pictured us running up to him and jumping in his lap as he is sitting in a leather chair by the fireplace smoking a pipe and wearing one of those purple fancy robes. "Oh do tell us a bedtime story Papa Fry!" *in unison* "Pleeeeease!" "Oh jolly good poppets!" he would reply.
- Me: This is an accurate representation of why I'm dating you.