"Just try it!" Rachel pleaded. "You might like it." It wasn't really a test, but Rachel knew it kind of was.

Blake knew that he would have to adapt to some of Rachel's big city ways if he wanted to live with her forever, kind of like two vampires but without the blood and coffins and stuff. But still living together, just like vampires do.

"Alright, I'll give it a try." He got a mouthful and squished it around. It was creamy, with a touch of salt. He swallowed, and a smile grew on his face. "Wow! I really can't believe it's not butter!"

"You must never use this in a croissant," Rachel said very seriously.

Blake pinky sweared.

Suddenly Blake's vocabulary lesson was interrupted by doubt. "But wait! Why would Rachel care about how I feel about her?" he thought. He couldn't think of a reason why it would matter to her at all. Still, this was the best plan he had, so he went back to trying to memorize what the word "happy" means. He thought that would be a good one to impress her with.

Rachel loved to watch Blake knead bread. She would do it for hours if she could. Blake's big, strong hands could knead the dough harder than anyone else, and that's why his loaves were always longer than anyone else's.

Pft, that's easy. I can get to 99.99% confidence that 54 is a prime number!

Honestly I can't help but interpret this as "if Scott was neurotypical then none of this would have happened to him, so it's all his fault."

Poor Yud's Bayes must have broken.