So, this is like an example of ⅓ of the conversations I have with my brother (the other ⅔ being about Sushi or random stuff)

We were at dinner and a part of the dinner was rice with carrot and peas, which I hate so I put them to the side (yes, I do that). I finish first and then it goes like this:

brother: *looks at me with that look he does that I don't know how to describe*
me: *looks at him with the same look*
brother: *points to somewhere*
me: *looks* *doesn't see nothing* *looks at him again with raised eyebrows*
brother: *intensifies look and points again*
me: *looks again and doesn't see anything* *looks again to brother*
brother: *points closer to the thing he's pointing*
me: *looks at it* *it's the peas* *he "saying" for me to eat them* no!
brother: *laughs and smiles*
me: *laughs a bit too and smiles*

I honestly love this but sometimes it's frustrating