- The laughter.
- The never-ending question-circle when deciding where and what to eat. ('Where do you want to eat?' 'I don't know, where do you want to eat?' 'I don't know. Where do you want to eat?' 'Rica????')
- The connotations, the limitless connotations made years after years after years
- The domesticity (On the dinner table, I'd hand the salt to Marz and she'd hand the ketchup to Fae and Fae would pour us drinks while Rica would get some rice.)
- The unprecedented show of affection
- The lack of propriety. ('I want to fart' 'no one's stopping you' | 'My arse is eating my pants' 'Pull it out, I'll stand behind you'. )
- Knowing what sort of coffee I prefer without asking
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