You and Phillip are having an argument about something silly again. Both of you are from the south, so your accents are fairly heavy. It’s nothing serious, but it spiralled pretty quickly. Petty insults thrown at each other.

“Y’just need to be a little more gentle with me, give me more time.” You say, placing your hands on your hips.

“Y’just need a little more time. A little more time to learn how to cook, a little more time to learn how to clean the damn house.. plus y’need a little more time to learn how to love yer man.” He countered proudly, holding his head high.

“So, when y’gonna get me that wedding ring?” You ask charmingly, batting your pretty eyelashes at him. He responds with a growl, turning away from you.

“Grr… Stoppa makin’ that sound! Y’sound like an ol’ ber growlin!” You exclaimed, giving him a slap on the arm.