Some stereotypes hold. She can outdrink me. She’s fearless. Says she’d make a good assassin. That she can’t face me to tell me what’s up doesn’t add up. Other cliches don’t apply so well. She’s a terrible liar. Not sure she realizes that though.
You got me to lol, you gigantic loveable bastard. But by next Christmas she’ll probably have been married a year so that would be awkward. And unless civilization has collapsed, farming’s for chumps imo.
I responded in this thread instead of the age one for reasons.