"You're so immature."

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes teasingly as you mention wanting an easter egg hunt for easter this year.

"I don't care if you miss them, babe, you're an adult now, no more egg hunts I'm afraid." He frowned playfully before smirking.

That was a few weeks back, now you stand in your garden as Calypso hands you a basket with a grin.

"Go on, find the colourful eggs you silly billy"