Arthur awoke to the smell of burnt toast. He looked to his left where Samuel usually was, but he saw only an empty space and crinkled bedsheets where he tossed and turned through the night. Arthur got out of bed to investigate the burning scent that stung his nostrils. Once he reached the kitchen, he came to find that it was Samuel attempting to make breakfast. "Samuel?" Arthur began, a hint of a smile on his face. "What is all this?"

Samuel turned around, suddenly looking rather anxious. "Oh. Good morning, Arthur," he spoke with his thick British accent, running his one good hand through his disheveled burgundy hair. "I-I was just making breakfast. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast. I may have burnt it a little."

Arthur's smile grew. "So I smelled. I appreciate the effort."

Samuel looked at his blackened food, feeling rather defeated. "I... I can't cook to save my life. It's kind of embarrassing."

Arthur approached him, wrapping his arms around him and placing his chin on his right shoulder, the repugnant smell of burnt food engulfing his nostrils. "I still love you, novice chef."

Samuel smiled. "I love you too, Arthur."

(A/N: I deleted this bc I got mad at Ev oops 😜 but it's back now and I've written another one shot! Yay! Stay tuned for more!)