All You Need is Celery

Ryan has found love.
He loves naps, he says.
He loves me, he says, blink blink. Along with other sucking-up random things he's been popping out. "I'm very glad to see you!" Good. Get your feet off the couch.

We know he means well, but it's still out of left field:
"Where's Asha?"
"Ryan, she got sick and died. She doesn't live here anymore."
"....but I LOVE her!"

And apparently he will tell anyone who will listen that his daddy loves celery.

Of all things.