"Leith, you home?"


...


"Whatcha making-? More vegetable lasagna? Again? I swear you're obsessed with those, you have one, like, twice a week-!"


"It's not the only thing I make, seriously... it's just very healthy! Don't you want to be healthy, Lee?"


"You're like some kind of- vegetable freak! I don't get how you can eat this much healthy food, really-"


"Want to make your own dinner this time, then?"


"Haha, nooooo... I'm fine with vegetable lasagna, if that's what you're making. Besides, I'm too tired to cook..."


"Always leeching off of me, aren't you?"


"Yeah, I'm like a parasite- eating up all your food-!"


"Pfft- last time I checked, parasites don't eat food, you dummy. You're more like a raccoon digging through my trash."


"Clemmy, you're so mean to me..."


"Stop messing around. If you want to be helpful, you can help me cut these vegetables."


"I can't believe you'd trust me with a knife. You never trust me with anything."


"Well you said you're too lazy to cook your own food, you can at least help me if you're going to leech off of me."


"Mmmm... fine. Hand me that knife, I guess."


"You're supposed to be four years older than me, but you're acting closer to four years old right now."


"Hey, I said I'd do it! Come on-"


"See, that's it. You're doing good. Just be careful, okay? Don't want you hurting yourself."


"I won't, I won't. You can trust me to not bleed all over the peppers."


"Yeah, yeah, whatever... thank you for helping me."


"Don't worry, man. That's what roommates do."