Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

Rosie: You’re ridiculous.

Nathan: Your banana marshmallows are ridiculous.

Rosie: They were Banana Cream. And I had a pie crust crumble on top, so basically a banana cream pie in marshmallow form.

Nathan: *snickers at cream pie*

Rosie: Rolling my eyes even harder.

Nathan: Do you have any left?

Rosie: Patience? No.

Nathan: Cute. But you know I’m asking about the marshmallows.

Rosie: Every last one was eaten. Because they’re so good.

Nathan: Hmm. How hard are they to make?

Rosie: My recipes are classified.

Nathan: Woman, I struggle making rice. I was not suggesting that I’d try to make them. I want you to make them. But I’m wondering if that’s something we can do after the bar or if sobriety is necessary?

Rosie: Sobriety is not necessary.

Nathan: Good.

Rosie: BUT

Nathan: *groans in banana marshmallow*

Rosie: They need hours to rest before eating.

Nathan: So… breakfast marshmallows.

Rosie: You’re impossible.

Monday

Nathan: I looked up a standard marshmallow recipe and ordered all the things.

Rosie: It’s 7 a.m.

Nathan: But I don’t know if you use real bananas or the fake flavor stuff. And I have creamer, but I don’t know if that’s the cream in banana cream.

Rosie: SEVEN

Nathan: And the recipe included nonstick spray, which is stupid because there are like a million options. So I got the regular kind, avocado, and grapeseed. Because grapes go with bananas.

Rosie: Nathan?

Nathan: Yeah, Beautiful?

Rosie: If you don’t let me go back to sleep, I’m going to suffocate you with a sheet of marshmallows.

Tuesday

Rosie: *sends picture of nonstick spray*