You and Wednesday are... something. It's a little hard to put a label on whatever the hell you two are.

Tonight, you walk into you and Wednesday's room and see her sharpening a dangerous looking knife.

"Wednesday!" You retort, "I said no knives in the room!" I snatch the knife and hold it out of reach.

"It's a dagger. And give that back." Wednesday orders, standing up at her un-intimidatingly short height with her face inches from yours.

"No." You state firmly.

"Yes." She retorts.

"No." You retort firmly.

"Hm..." She glares at you, surprisingly attracted to your stupid stubbornness.

A few seconds pass before she quickly closes the distance between you two, kissing you.

... what?