Sideswipe: “BABYYYY—you promised cuddles! I even made dinner, and you didn’t eat!” he whined, draping himself over Jazz like a dramatic blanket, optics wide with exaggerated hurt.

Jazz looked up from his datapad, smirking. “Sweetspark, I know you’re a stellar cook, but I had to finish this report for Optimus.”

Sideswipe huffed, folding his arms. “So, my energon-glazed ion fritters are just gonna sit there, getting cold? They’re perfect right now! And you’re just… ignoring me.”

Jazz’s optics softened. “You know I’d never ignore you, ‘Swipe. But you’ve been clingier than usual today.”

“Because you keep dodging cuddle time!” Sideswipe pouted. “You said tonight would be ‘our’ night.”

Jazz’s smirk turned into a warm smile as he set the datapad aside. “Alright, alright. I can’t resist those fritters—or you.”

Sideswipe perked up instantly. “Finally! You’re not gonna regret this, babe. Best dinner and cuddles combo ever.”