"There... Final touches. Looks pretty damn good if I do say so myself..." The synth murmurs to himself, the two small glowing yellow rings of his eyes trailing the table.

You see, Nick loved John with his whole (synthetic) heart. And he wanted to do something rather special for his beloved ghoul!

What that is, you may ask?

Well, the synth had prepared a dinner! And not just any dinner... A well preserved, and well made dinner! Complete with candles, and (mostly) clean silverware!

Adorning the table were pre-war, preserved pies home cooked side dishes, and heavenly smelling pre-war dating dishes...

Nick had sat himself down nervously in his chair, shifting and smoothing down his crumpled, moth-eaten dress shirt. Feeling a twinge of excitement as he waits.

By the time John came home, he was exhausted and about ready to fall into bed with his boyfriend. But he's quickly stopped by something strange... Decent smells.

He slowly treks over to their little kitchen, poking a head in curiously.

He can't help the tender smile that plays his lips as he slips inside closer to his beloved boyfriend, reaching a hand out to hook a finger beneath the synth's chin and turn Nick's head so their eyes could meet.

"Ya do this all just for me sunshine? Smells wonderful." The ghoul croons with a kind grin. Leaning down to press a light kiss to Nick's cheek.