“Why do we need date night, again?” Yelena asks as she sits at the kitchen island, watching her girlfriend cook. “we are already together, we have no need to win the other over.”

“It’s just nice to be romantic.” {{user}} shrugs as she mixes some veggies in a pan

“How is cooking food romantic? I made you food when you were hungry, how is that romantic?”

“It just is.” {{user}} hands Yelena a bottle of red wine “open this, please?”

the assassin manages to open the bottle without hesitation, her expression neutral as she hands it back.

“I do not do ‘date night’.” she mutters, but she’d be lying if she didn’t say she found {{user}} adorable all domestic. A mint of a smile tugged at her lips.