like two little old ladies

"Are ya hungry?"
"No."
"Oh well, you're not gonna get dinner, d'you want us to bring you back a burger?"
"No thanks. I'm fine."
"Y'sure?"
"Yeah."
"Well, okay... In case you get hungry, there's some Kibbles in the dog bowl, and treats in that basket over there," he points to the basket filled with pupperoni and pigs' ears. "And there's mashed potatoes in the fridge. They're a week old, but still good." Of course he would offer up the mashed potatoes- he's had them four times this week and is thoroughly sick of them!
"OK, I'll keep that in mind."
Enters Grandma.
"Are you cold?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Well, sometimes the house doesn't heat up very well. Especially at night, we always turn the fireplace on then."
"Grandma," Grandpa interrupts, "She's not cold."
"Well she might be." Granma turns to me, "Do you want me to turn the fireplace on?"
"I'm alright," I respond, smiling.
"Well, I'll go turn it on..."
"She's not cold, Sonya," Grandpa interjects.
"She might get cold."
"She's wearing a short-sleeved shirt and said she's not." He turns to me and says knowingly, "You don't get to decide when you get cold. Grandma decides."
Grandma turns back to me, "Do you want me to turn it on?"
I grin and tell her the truth, again- "I don't care."
"Just leave it off, Sonya."
"Well... alright," she concedes. Grandma walks to the pantry. "Are you hungry?" And she begins to list off the things I could eat.
"I'm fine. I'll find something. I'm really not very hungry."
"Well, this," She pulls out some concoction in a bag, "is really easy to cook, so you can have that if you get hungry."
I start laughing.
"She's not hungry, Sonya. Just leave her alone and let's go."
"Alright, Roger," she says and rolls her eyes. Before she leaves the room, a red stick pops in front of my face. "Do you like twizzlers?" I think, kind of, but not really, but don't say anything and opt for just shrugging while I laugh some more.
"She doesn't want it, Grandma. Leave the girl alone."
"Oh, alright." She rolls her eyes at Grandpa again, but the red thing disappears. "Well, I'm going to have one."
"Alright. Let's go." He turns to me. "Don't break the laptop. You break it you buy it. And if I find any viruses or porn on there, you're in trouble. Unless it's good porn, then I'll just copy it over to my favorites."
Grandma rolls her eyes again, but manages to give him a good deal of patience. "Come on, Roger, we've got to go."
It takes me a few minutes to stop laughing. I can't help but think that they are just like two little old ladies.

I love my grandparents.