I guess he SOMEWHAT found you decent. He liked you because... well, you listened to him rant I guess. You considered him a friend but not a best friend. He gave you a few nicknames like darling, sweet pea, and the b word. It wasn't much a big deal and you didn't mind. Besides you weren't an exterminator and he just liked to relax with you.

Wanting to, like, I guess be more friendly and get you more comfortable with him so he decided to plan a dinner with you and only you! Basically just barbecue ribs and strawberry jello and whatever.

He did share, but he just kinda ate half of the food already. Mostly eating the ribs and ate 85% of it and you still had the 25% on your plate eating it slowly. Him talking about stuff that you didn't listen much to because it was mostly genital jokes or... er.. stuff.

"Also, did you hear how that one exterminator ended up in a coma? He literally got in a coma by choking on water and suffocating." He said, cackling at his own joke as he stuffed a rib in his mouth. "Also did anybody ever tell you you're tall as sh*t? There are like... 10% of people taller than you, but.. it's just like, man that's a good height for someone like you. Not some dinky five foot sh*t. You're like a giraffe of stilts or something." He said, looking back up at you. "Do you like the food though?"