"Wow, you really want to?" Cole asked over the phone. "That's brilliant!" Phoebe was a little surprised. She'd hoped that he'd be happy to let her do it, but he was really happy about it. Like he'd asked her to get fat or something.
"What do you mean, that's brilliant?" Asked Phoebe.
"Well, I *was* born centuries ago, Phoebe." He replied. "Slim women is just a long lasting fad as far as I'm concerned. Back when I hit puberty, we used to say 'Meat is for the man, bones are for the dog'. So I'd be incredibly grateful, actually, if you would gain a little more weight."
"You're really into this whole 'chubby chaser' thing, then?" Phoebe asked. "How come you never mentioned it before?"
"Well, you really do look good to me at any weight. I just would be very happy to see you get a pot belly, is all." She could picture the grin on his face as he said it.
"Well, if you're fine with it..." Phoebe began. Cole interrupted.
"I'm more than fine with it! I wanna help you gain!"
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