I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Ewww!
Me: What’s ewww now?
Stella: That thing in your hand. Get rid of it, Lady Human! It’s wicked!
Me: It’s a lime. There’s nothing wicked about it.
Stella: Eeeeee! I can’t control my mouth. My lip. It’s curling up. I can’t stop it! It is all the fault…of…that…thing…
Me: Okay. Okay. Just go in the other room until I finish cooking. And to avoid this in the future, don’t get so close to my food.
Stella: This is terrible. What if my lip doesn’t go back into place? What if it’s frozen? I will always look like I am snarling.
Me: Wait a second. Let me look. See. It’s already back to normal.
Stella: Horrible. How can humans eat such things?
Me: We enjoy lots of different flavors.
Stella: Please keep those flavors to yourself. You have just ruined my appetite for the next…oh, half a minute or so.
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