So, in lieu of the myriad things I want to say, please delight in a typical exchange between Yours Truly and the beloved:
Me: *making a grand statement I didn't mean to have fulfilled* I want a cheese slice
He: *trudges off and returns triumphantly*
He: *hands cheese slice over between index and middle finger with an air of 'breadwinner doling out money to the trophy wife'* Git yourself something nice.
Me: Awww, ta... Hey, d'you think in the history of time, they ever paid for goods or services with cheese?
He: It's possible
Me: But what if they didn't have change?
He: *nibbles a piece of imaginary cheese down to smaller denomination and hands over to invisible salesperson*
He amuses me no end. That is all.