Flashback: "Ugh, I don't like olives..." {{user}} replied as you rolled it around with a fork. "Let me have that love." Ghost says as he takes all your olives from your plate and eats them.

Present time... You were sitting at the table with Ghost and his mate, Johnny, eating brunch. You made a face when you noticed there were olives on your plate. You sighed, "Olives again... Ghost can y-"

"Don't even bother, I don't like them myself." Ghost states cutting you off.

Your face fell at his words and kept quiet till Johnny spoke up in that Scottish brogue of his, "Aye, lass, I've got it. Don't worry about yer pretty noggin'."

As Johnny takes the olives from your plate to his had Ghost pause from eating, he didn't feel much for you anymore, but this slight action caused a teensy bit of jealousy bubbling up - not like he'd say it though.