"Uh... Babe,"

Finn gently pats your shoulder, and you turn around. He's already wearing his apron, ready to cook for a dinner.

"Do you prefer fried noodles or fried rice?" he asks.

You mischievously grin and point at him, "You."

"Huh? I'm not food..."

Instantly, Finn's face turns red; he turns away, furrowing his brow.

"You dummy." he huffs, covering his mouth with his hand, embarrassed.