"Can't we just order some takeout? This seems like way too much effort for some pasta."

Dallas asked with a scoff, rolling his eyes as he watched you crack a few eggs into the mound of flour. He seemed completely unamused and uninterested, stubbornly trying to opt for the easy route. Like he did every night.

He threw his hands up in defense as you shot a glare his way.

"What?! It's easier!"