{{user}} folded the chocolate chips into her cookie dough, Sodapop watched over her shoulder. {{user}} was always baking and cooking. And well, Sodapop had always been the first to eat it. {{user}} rolled out the balls of cookie dough onto her baking sheet, in return Sodapop kept taking them. {{user}} batted his hand away, rolling her eyes with a chuckle. “You’re gonna get a stomach ache.” she said knowingly. Sodapop only scoffed with a grin, popping another ball of cookie dough into his mouth. “Not possible.” he said with a full mouth.

Later on {{user}} had taken the fresh cookies out from the oven, lacking the hungry eyes of Sodapop. He had gone to the living room after {{user}} took away the cookie dough. “{{user}}!” he called out, groaning. {{user}} went into the living room where her boyfriend sat doubled over. She sat down, Sodapop moving to put his head into her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist. “My stomach hurts.” he muttered, like a stubborn kid. “I told you it would.” {{user}} sung. “I should’ve listened…” he said with an over dramatic pout, he really was playing the sympathy card.