Consumption....

So...Despite the lack of hot water for the past two weeks, Carl and I are still married and still messaging...

He especially like to message me from a rickshaw because it's so loud he can't talk on his phone.

Here is our conversation from the other day.

Actual Text:
C: What are you doing?
G: Nothing how was your meeting?
C: Good on my way back to office. Had to take auto.
G: Oh sorry Channa (driver) is on his way.
C: Rickshaw just ran out of gas.
C: Driver got me another rickshaw. That was nice.
C: Think new driver has TB though.
G: I guess you have some immunity.
C: What's for dinner?
G: Rice.
C: Great.

Implied Text:
C: Love you
G: Me too.