(I hurt my toe on a blade my boyfriend left out. I text him about it afterwards.)

Me: “It’s no problem… doesn’t even hurt any more.”

Boyfriend: “Well, gouda.”

Me: “It was only a small injury to my feta.”

Boyfriend: “Do I have your parmesan to kiss it better?”

Me: “Of course, but only because I swiss you.”

Boyfriend: “D***, I’m out of cute cheeses.”

Me: “I’m much cheddar at this than you.”