Aaron was out doing his everyday jog when I decided to cook! I haven't done it in forever. Hmmmm. Let's try something new. Ooh! Fish fillet. Yum!
I got out some fish and some other random stuff the instructions said. It says cream of mushroom. So mushrooms and wipe cream. That's sounds weird. Oh well that's what it says. Now add a tablespoon of salt. Okay. I need to get a spoon that is on a table. I grabbed the nearest spoon. It was a wooden stirring spoon. I filled it with salt and poured it in. Now gut the fish if not already gutted. Uh. No. I just threw the whole fish in. It'll taste the same. I added cheese and continued to stir. I put it on plates. It doesn't look the same as it does on the picture. Welp not everything can be perfect.
Aaron came in and went up to take a shower before dinner. He came back down in his sleep pants.
He was about to sit down when I said "Excuse me, but as much as I love your hot abs, this dinner requires the proper clothing. No shoes, No shirt, No service." I said. He sighed and laughed and without saying a word went back upstairs. He came back down in his normal clothes. "Now can I eat something, M'Lady." He said. I giggled and went and fixed him a bowl since the plates didn't quite hold the soupy part. I put the bowl in front of him and his eye's widened. The fish head popped up and he gulped. "Mmmm Babe this looks, uh, amazing!" He said with a nervous laugh. I sat down beside him. "Go ahead and try it!" I said. His hand shook as he picked up the spoon and dipped it in the soup. "It sure spells yummy, but if I eat this will it, you know what nevermind." He said. He put it to his mouth and before he could he groaned and said  "I'm so sorry babe. I'm allergic to the color brown." He said before he ran to the bathroom. Huh weird. I went over to the bathroom door and heard someone coughing and gagging. He must be throwing up. Now I feel bad. I didn't know he was allergic to the color brown. Wait, that sounds ridiculous.

I went over to the bowl and took a spoonful and shoved it in my mouth. I tasted it and ran to the trashcan to spit it out. I got the food and poured it in the trash.

Long story short Aaron and I both threw up that night. Never will I ever try to cook again.

3rd person pov.

Gene walked to get the trash. He started to pick up the trash when he spelt something. He gagged and picked it up and looked in it to make sure there wasn't a dead animal or body or something in that bag. He opened it and saw a fish head and brown sludge. He gagged and threw it in the truck. "What were Aphmau and Aaron doing in that kitchen." He muttered as he got back in the garbage truck.