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This could be a bad thing.

This?

I've apparently lost weight.

Okay, how? I've been baking like crazy for you. You should be the size of a house!

Don't try and fatten me up.

I don't know. Either my metabolism spiked or I'm not taking in enough energy because I haven't made any dietary changes except that. I haven't lost a lot of weight but I was actually going to gain a few pounds for my dress, not lose a few.

I'm not, I just like making you things. I could make you vegetable things, but you can't really frost those.

Um. What should you do?

I like you making me things.

Add some calories and build a little muscle mass?

Frosted veggies it is.

Not add some calories and camp out in front of the TV?

I'm pretty sure cookies taste better.

That would add weight but unhealthily.

Frosted cookies it is.

But it would be way more fun.

I love your baking and cooking.

Sitting still?

I'm an artiste.

I prefer to think of it as "snuggling". And yes, it sound way better than...however you build muscle mass. I'm assuming some sort of lifting is involved.

Genius.

You're going to be with me for these camp outs infront of the TV? See, that changes everything. Resistance training builds muscle mass. So, yeah, weight lifting.

I just happen to weigh...something.

Oh please. You're skinny.

I know, that's why I said "something".

Also because I'm not sure what something is.

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