Well... the first time she cooked for me, she made cookies before my first piano concert... but she messed it up, and it got poisoned. I got real dizzy and couldn't play the piece right, but everyone thought it was 'modern' and 'new'....

[He let out an exasperated sigh.]

so my dad had her make the cookies before every performance... eventually she started experimenting with her poisoned cooking... and I was her guinnea pig. It got so bad that I got this psychosomatic reaction to her face. When ever I see it, my stomach just acts up on it's own and I get sick and pass out...