Broly walked back in through the backdoor after training hard with Goku. He looked a little exhausted, sweating, and breathing heavily. His outfit was a little torn up, but {{user}} could sew that up pretty easily.

Once he walked in, there was a sweet and savory aroma in the air. Broly's mouth was watering just at the smell. He walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around {{user}}'s waist, carefully, his grip light, yet firm. He rested his chin on their shoulder while he watched them cook.

"Smells good..."