Your Eggrolls Are Dry

Your eggrolls aren't dry. Your eggrolls aren't wet. You say they're just right. like it's some sort of threat. You hand me an eggroll along with a plum sauce. I can tell you're still mad as your eyes start to uncross. This time there's no bag. could it be a small hint. Is it time to say sorry for that eye with a glint. It's a fresh tasty eggroll. Not too dry; nor to wet. It's your present to me with my thanks and my debt. I can never repay you for the food you confect. but more than your eggrolls it is you that's perfect.