all the lettuce puns

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“Lettuce all join in these puns! Those who don’t agree are just crab apples.”

“It’s almost as if they’re trying to give us a raisin to stop it. How pitiful!” 

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Prompt. Why do I love you? For exr..? :) thank you and please!!

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“Okay I understand that you’re excited but do you have to sit on the kitchen bench?” Enjolras asked, his fondness over taking the annoyance in his tone.

Grantaire obediently slid off and landed lightly on his feet, the huge grin on his face that he’d had since he’d arrived was still beaming brightly upon Enjolras. 

Everything was still so new and so fresh and so exciting in their relationship. 

When Enjolras invited him over to cook dinner together, he thought his phone was going to self destruct from the amount of excited and happy emoticons sent back to him in response.

“I’m sorry,“ Grantaire said with a cheeky tone. He picked up the head of lettuce and a few carrots sitting on the chopping board beside them. “If you carrot all about me you will Lettuce move on from my faux pas.”

“Food Puns? Really?” Enjolras had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop the traitorous laughter from threatening to burst out. “You’re such a dweeb. Why do I love you?”

“Wait a second.” Grantaire said. Enjolras hadn’t thought that the grin on his face could grow any wider but he had been mistaken. “Did you just say that you love me?” Grantaire teased.

“Yes.” Enjolras said seriously back. 

Sure, the phrase had been a slip of his tongue. He had meant to say it at a more amorous time, when Grantaire wasn’t holding carrots and they weren’t both in their pyjamas. But it was done now, and he had no intentions of taking it back.

Grantaire’s grin faltered a second, as though waiting for the penny to drop or the Enjolras to say it was all a joke.

“Do you want me to say it again?” Enjolras asked, this time he was the one smiling. 

“Yes.” Grantaire said passionately. Dropping the carrots and the lettuce carelessly and pulling Enjolras into a lascivious and, quite frankly inappropriate kiss. “Every second of every day.” He said between the breaths.

Enjolras laughed against him. “I think I can manage that.”