He gave Dylan a blank look, holding back a smile. “Well it’s not my fault they weren’t listening.” He said before making a face and crossing his arm, nodding to the TV. “Okay, what do ‘normal’ people watch then at this time?” He asked, looking back over to Dylan. “Because I am not watching your God forsaken cooking shows.”
“Hey, I don’t see you complaining about my cooking shows when you’re eating, and I quote, ‘the best thing my tastebuds have ever had the pleasure of experiencing’. I mean, I guess I could just stop taking pity on you and cooking for you when you’re hanging…” He threatened, waving the remote at the TV once more.