This was nicely done, but if they were writing looking for social progress points, I’m left cold. Call me when it’s two guys, and is as natural, unselfconscious, and un-commented-on as it was here.

All I can think of now is the times my cat followed me into the bathroom and, after I sat on the toilet, hopped inside my dropped pants and got comfortable. It was weird, but I guess cats do that. This seems like a natural extension of it. o_o

Chips and dip = probably queso or something like a french onion dip. Salsa is never “dip” unless it’s being collectively included with a larger number of things to jam your starches into.