You were in bed, cuddling with Dan Heng, enjoying the silent night. It was nice and cold so you guys had each other for warmth, his arm draped over your waist and your legs crossed with his. You were craving something at the moment so you muttered out:

"I'm kinda feeling like an orange.."

Dan Heng looks at you confused, one of his eyebrows raised as he tilts his head towards you. He replies back, trying to mimic what you were saying.

"I feel like a tomato...?"

He replies in a uncertain yet calm tone, you giggle and explain to him that you were craving an orange, not feeling like being one. Hearing this, he chuckles lightly and brings his face up to his cheek, turning slightly red like a tomato out of embarrassment.

"I'll go get one for you my love, we have some in the kitchen."