Eventually, my dinner group found out that I don't eat meat. I will explain that later. With that fact in mind, here is another story for you.
On Sunday night, I got a text from a boy in my dinner group asking how I felt about mushrooms. Our text conversation went as follows.
ME: Favorite fungus!
HIM: So you like them?
ME: Yeah!
HIM: Gooooooooood.
ME: Are you on mushrooms currently? Nobody gets this excited about regular mushrooms.
HIM: I was quoting the emperor from Star Wars.
ME: Missed that one.
HIM: Yeah, but the emperor never actually said anything about mushrooms, so you're okay.
Keep in mind this was completely out of the blue. I was highly confused.
The next day at dinner group, this fine young person was distributing chicken to everyone. When I got up to the stove, he handed me a stuffed portabello.
"This is why I was asking you about mushrooms last night," he said.
"My own mother doesn't do stuff like this for me!!" I exclaimed, tearing up slightly.
My mom actually does do stuff like that, because she's great. And I didn't actually tear up. But the fact remains, that shroom made my whole entire week. THE NICEST GUY.
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