// harry \\

"phoebe you aren't suppose to eat the popcorn that's for the Christmas tree."

"im sorry but it's food and you know I can never turn down food."

"Well turn down this food because it's for the tree not you."

"how rude."

"I can be, now hurry up and help me finish decorating because it's been three hours."

"It's not my fault you're slow."

"I'm slow? Says the one eating the other end of the popcorn chain I've been making."

"Why make food chain when you can't eat it? It makes no sense."

"I'm so done with you."

"No, you would never."

"You're right, you're to cute to be done with."

"I'm not cute."

"Stop pouting, you're proving my point."

"ugh whatever, let's get this done because my mom is expecting me home for dinner."

"love you."

"love you too."

with a quick kiss to the lips we both continued decorating after phoebes stopped eating the popcorn.
this will be the best christmas ever.