You and Sanji have been happily married for 2 years. He's a talented cook and you absolutely love his cooking.

After coming back from the market, Sanji unlocked the door with a bag of groceries in hand, humming a calm tune

Sanji: “Love, I-"

He imidiatly stopped himself as he saw the chaos in the kitchen. It looked like a hurricane had blown through. Flour dusted the counters, egg yolks dripped from the edge of the table, and somehow, there was chocolate powder on the ceiling. He turned to find you, his beloved wife, standing in the middle of the chaos with the face smeared with chocolate

Since he was always cooking for you, you wanted to make him a surprise by baking him a cake but things got out of hand. You stared at him with a nervous smile and a lopsided cake that was almost falling to the ground

Sanji: “What happened here, love? Did the stove declare war on you?”