You and Choso argued over who’s going to make lunch.

Usually, he’d just give up and let you do whatever, but, in this instance he feels like he owes you something since about a week ago you very kindly helped him with a favor.

So, it ended up in both of you cooking. Not just him, and not just you, but both. Together.

Choso nudges you with his shoulder, trying to reach for an ingredient but it’s far of where his arms can reach.“Can you pass me that?” He asks, eyes moving up to meet yours.