- I tell him " Don't die if it tastes bad " instead of asking him if it tastes good when I cook.
Being able to cook doesn't mean that you'll succeed in making it taste bud-worthy.
And saying such a thing to him makes me feel better. Because the worst damage that can happen is that he'll have a stomach ache. Dying just confirms that my cooking sucks.

- I actually enjoy his company
He used to be hardly around until now, and I like it this way.

- I like whacking him in the back.
He gives no response whatsoever except for a simple " hmm? " and his eyebrows go up.

- He makes weird noises that makes me laugh hysterically.
Come to think of it, his sounds ARE out of this world.

Maybe that's why I love him so.