They are. They're like chocolate. I love chocolate.
Really? Cause I'd like that. Dad must really like you if he mentioned you to me, and vice versa.
I'm pan, which means I'm attracted to personality, not gender. Dad's having a hard time wrapping his mind around that, so to him it means I like boys. It doesn't matter, because it does mean I like boys, but I feel I should put that out there.