Okay, baby, next time you get really pissed off at me, I want you to try this.
Think of the way french bread smells when you rip into it, the way its all fresh and warm and soft on the inside.
You could lay down in that soft and delicious warmth, put your face against its softness, use it for a pillow.
See, you've totally forgotten whatever you were pissed off at me about.
Okay, let's try it again, but this time don't imagine it turning into a burnt and salty piece of garlic bread and a bed fulla nasty bread-crust crumbs and shit.