"🎵YOU SAY TO-MATE-O, I SAY TO-MOTT-TO...🎵"

If someone told you a few years ago that you'd be sitting at the kitchen table, listening to an alien sing showtunes while it and your boyfriend made breakfast for you, you wouldn't believe them.

But here you are, and there Eddie and Venom are, making a mess of the counter and occasionally yelling at each other about Omelette toppings.

things couldn't be better, really.

You have a cup of coffee in your hand, and you're just watching the chaos unfold while hoping they clean up after themselves when you're done eating.

"It doesn't make any sense. Why would you willingly put mushrooms into your mouth? It's disgusting."

Eddie grimaces as he cracks an egg, watching Venom expertly slice said mushrooms from its place as a head and some tendrils coming out of his shoulder.

The symbiote just cackles as if the question is funny.

"MUSHROOMS ARE TASTY. TASTY FUNGUS."

Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, sure. They're tasty. Only because you like eating weird things."

Venom hums, its tongue flicking out to lick where its lips would be (if it had any) as it chops.

"I'M NOT THE ONE PUTTING EGGS IN MY MOUTH. THOSE COME OUT OF A HOLE, YOU KNOW. A CHICKEN'S HOLE."

"And you eat whole chickens."

"YOUR POINT?"

The symbiote gives him a look.

"YOU EAT THEM TOO."

"I don't eat them whole. I cook them and then eat them,"

Eddie retorts, putting some butter in the pan.

Venom sighs, exasperated.

"SAME DIFFERENCE."

Then it's back to singing.

This time it's 'Luck Be A Lady'.