Love is in the house...
typical conversation..

b: *poke*
p: *stab*
b: ><
b: *dies*
p: that'll teach you
b: i can't really learn if i die, now can i?
p: well you won't poke me either
p: i call that learning
b: your definition is...
b: very loose
b: =p
p: not my problem if it doesn't meet your stringent standards
p: maybe you should relax them
p: i think it's you. not me
b: whatever
b: says you
b: and your word doesn't count
p: my word counts for everything
b: .. right.
p: i'm glad you agree

Our friend: "You two get along so well."
I <3 my roommate. No, really. I do.