Peter is quite taken by his friend Emy. The two of them have been professing their love, calling each other Princess and Prince, and saying they were going to get married for about a year now with no signs of slowing down.
So, last Saturday (being the very corny person that I am) I help up a cantaloupe in front of Peter's face at the grocery store and said, "Hey, Peter, when you marry Emy, you can't elope!" (yes, I find myself to be extremely funny)
Without missing a beat, Peter responded, "fine then we will have watermelon at our wedding."