Dinner?

Sister: Mom wants to know if you're ok with prime rib for Christmas dinner
Me: Ham! I want ham. and we're still having crab, right?
Sister: that's Christmas eve. You're the only one who ever eats the ham.
Me: oh. right. Eve dinner is good, I'm fine with prime rib.
Sister: are you sure you don't want us to kill a pig and give it to you?
Me: Well, I don't know...do you want to die?
Sister: That was mean. You hurt my feelings. A Lot.
Me: Oh no! I didn't mean to call you a pig!
Sister: I don't think you care!
Me: of course I do
Sister: Do not!
Me: Honey, I love you. You're sweet and pink and delicious...
Sister: Gross. Am not. shaddup.