fundy waved out the billowing smoke from the furnace. this was not how dinner was supposed to go. he had every recipe planned and scheduled to be done by the time dream was supposed to arrive home. and now he stood over a burnt steak and a smokey kitchen, the thick air and burning smell only slowly escaping through the open windows.

he heard the door open and he silently cursed to himself as he turned around was met by his husbands mask. the blond flipped down his hood and and wiped the beading drips of sweat from his forehead. he looked dirty and a reeked of salt from the ocean, but despite his state, he still held that gold winning smile.

"you're home early?" fundy chuckled nervously, kicking the kitchen door closed with his foot. "y'know, for dinner i was thinking that maybe we should go out. or just not eat at all?" he suggested.

dream went over to fundy and kissed him softly on the lips. "how close were you to burning down the house?" he asked, his hands hovering around fundys waist.

"not even, close to burning it down," he whispered, "but it would definitely be a good idea to let the smoke clear out before going back in."

dream lightly pushed him aside, "darling, i love you and all, but please step away from the kitchen."

fundy pouted as dream took over. "babe, no..." he whined as dream started cleaning up and throwing out his own ingredients onto the table. "i'm supposed to be the one making your 'congrats on being amazing' dinner!"

"well, you can help by handing me the bread?" he smiled over.

"no, absolutely not."

"please?" fundy shook his head in response. "you're not even going to ask me how the manhunt went?"

"babe, i already know how it went. for one, i didnt receive a call saying that i needed to pick you up at spawn, and two, you always win," fundy said.

"you won too," dream said.

"what did i win?"

"my heart," dream gushed.