“You burned water once, remember?”

“I’m home!”

“Hey, honey! Welcome back!”

“Ben? Where are you?”




“What are you doing in here, babe?”

“Uh… Cooking? Isn’t that usually what people do in kitchens?”

“Ben, I’m going to be really, brutally honest with you for a sec, okay babe?”

“Okay… What is it?”

“I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.”

“Aw, but babe, I just wanted to try and make you something!”

“And I deeply appreciate the gesture, but could you maybe not show me love through culinary creations? I cook enough for the both of us…”

“Yeah, but you never get to have dinner made for you! And, hang on, since when have I been bad in the kitchen, anyway? You never even let me help you.”

“You burned water once, remember?”



“To be fair, I only burned the oil that was in the water because it all evaporated before I could turn the heat off… Hardly my fault.”

“You’re not helping your case.”

“Come on, Kira! Just this one time? Please? I won’t even use heat, I promise! I’ll just make you a smoothy or something!”

“Ben, babe…”


“…I hate when you use those kitten eyes on me.”

“You love me from the bottom of your heart, remember?”

“…Fine! But if I hear a single pilot-light click, I am taking your entrance rights away entirely!”

“Yes ma’am!”

“And make it a strawberry smoothie… There are fresh ones in the fridge.”

“Yes, yes, whatever you like, oh culinary goddess, just have a seat and relax.”

“…Thank you, Ben.”

“You’re welcome, Kira.”


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