Separate names with a comma.
"Avocado?"
"Diana, we've talked about this. Tom, not Bom."
She buried herself next to him, relishing the warmth and proximity.
"What about.. strawberries?"
"Positive."
"I love you too. More than you know."
"I never get them because I don't think you like them."
"I am not mama!"
"Oh," she said before laughing embarrassedly. "Right."
She shrugged. "I don't know. I just like pineapples."
"Me?!"
She blinked, looking over at him. "Huh?"
"Pineapples?"
He patted her bead before sitting back as well.
She tilted her head. "Well.. The idea is fun."
"Potatoes? Watermelon?"
He chuckled, poking her nose.
"But would you like it? I heard people get seasick."
"Both?"
He caught her hand, his eyes playful.
