Matt and I got into a fight last night. It doesn't matter what over, but Matt's technique of dealing with it was absolutely stellar. Really.
Matt: I am angry. Get in the car. We are going to drive around in a moving vehicle together until I am no longer angry at you.
Me: I like cake.
Matt: I AM DRIVING THE SPEED LIMIT SO THAT IT WILL TAKE LONGER.
Me: Stop at Fast Eddie's, please.
Matt: WHAT PRETTY CHRISTMAS LIGHTS.
Me: Artificial banana flavouring tastes like antibiotics.
Matt: I'm still mad.
Me: Don't be all mad at me, yo.
Matt: I suppose we shall go home and I will pointedly ignore you for the rest of the night.
Me: I baked apples for you.
There. That would be the script if our fight were in a movie. Really.