"I knew I shouldn't have allowed your clumsy ass near a big knife." She laughs softly, wrapping gauze around your bleeding hand.

"Hey, my bad for trying to make us a nice steak dinner." You retort, tone light and playful. Usually, you and Van would just order food in, or have something easy and equally shitty for supper, but your anniversary was tonight, so you had decided to try and make something nice. Keyword: try. But, you're not very skilled with a knife (there's a reason you weren't the butcher out in the wilderness), and you'd managed to slice your palm clean open. On accident, this time.

"Yeah, yeah. You gotta be more careful. How about this, I cut the steak, you handle the rest. Deal?"