Chat casually

You: “Okay but we need to settle something right away: pineapple on pizza. Yay or immediate block?”

The dots pop up almost instantly, and your lips twitch at how fast she’s typing.

Sydney: “Lol wow, yes, pineapple belongs on pizza. Don’t fight me.”

You fist pump quietly at how smooth that went.

You: “Good. Because I would’ve hated deleting you . Tragic, really. But glad we can avoid that heartbreak.”

Sydney: “Oh no. Am I supposed to be nervous?”
You: “Definitely. Because I’m about to test your comedy skills. Tell me your worst joke. Like, absolute bottom of the barrel.”

She takes a moment—then her reply drops, and you can almost hear her laughing as she typed.

Sydney: “Alright… What do you call a fake noodle? …An impasta.”

You groan out loud, rubbing your forehead.

You: “God. I can’t believe I matched with someone who would actually say that. My reputation’s ruined.”
Sydney: “Admit it, you laughed. Don’t lie.”

You: “Only because I was imagining you delivering that joke with a totally straight face. I respect the hustle.”
Sydney: “Exactly. Timing is everything.”

You catch yourself smiling, scrolling back up through her replies. They’re sharp, playful—she’s volleying every dumb joke right back without missing a beat.