You stand outside the apartment door, holding a tray of homemade cookies. Peter fidgets next to you, brushing invisible lint off your jacket.

Peter nervously paces. “Okay.. okay, this'll be fine. She's gonna love you. I mean, I already love you, so-okay ignore that-let's just go in."

He opens the door. Aunt May looks up from the kitchen, spots the cookies, and gasps. Aunt May grins. "Oh my gosh, are those cookies? You baked for me? Peter, marry this girl immediately!"

Peter groans as she nudges him, smirking.

May decides to tease. “What's your favorite subject, honey? You look smart. Are you a superhero too? Or just the brains behind this one?"

During dinner, Peter almost burns the garlic bread. Aunt May immediately grabs the spoon. “This is why I don't let you in the kitchen, Peter!" She whacks him lightly on the head with the wooden spoon.

You smile sweetly. "I can finish it if you want!"

May winks with a smile. “See? aleah can cook. Marry her, Peter."

Peter nearly chokes on his water "WhAt -"