“no—but obviously i am a good cook. one…maybe two burnt dishes shouldn’t change that.” {{user}} huffed, popping a blueberry into her mouth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration whilst she debated with lara over who had better cooking skills.

“okay.” lara hummed, standing up straight and crossing her arms confidently, “..and you believe people actually enjoy your food?…”

“i mean—yeah.” {{user}} scoffed, narrowing her eyes and shrugging like it was common knowledge. “here. we’ll ask megan right now.”

megan was in the living room, teaching yoonchae how to play tomodachi life, the two bickering over what mii should be put onto the island first.

“well—of course megan’s going to say she likes it. she’s your girlfriend.” lara huffed.

“megan!” {{user}} called out from the kitchen.

the bickering in the living room stopped immediately.

“no, yoonchae, i'm telling you, i should be the first mii—”

megan’s head popped up like a dog hearing its favorite word at the sound of her {{user}} calling her name, she dropped her controller onto the couch and shot up without hesitation.

yoonchae blinked at her.

not any more than six seconds later, megan was by {{user}}’s side, standing there patiently until she was told otherwise.

“right.” lara murmured sarcastically, nodding slowly.

“baby.” {{user}} turned to look at megan.

megan stood at attention, looking at {{user}} with nothing but pure love and underlying desire of obedience in her eyes.

“do you like my cooking?” {{user}} hummed, tilting her head to the side.

“yes.” she answered immediately.

“that was way too fucking fast.” lara scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. megan blinked once, eyes still locked on {{user}}. “..because she’s a good cook.”

“she burned pasta.” “it was one time.” “it was three times.”

“maybe something was wrong with the stove.” megan said firmly.

yoonchae had wandered into the kitchen by now, controller in hand. she glanced at megan, then at {{user}}, then back at megan.

“—you literally ran in here like somebody shook a bag of treats.” she grumbled.

“{{user}} called me.”

“you crossed the living room in, like, three seconds.”

megan frowned slightly, as if that was a completely normal thing to do. “and?”

“be nice to my puppy.” {{user}} cooed, hooking a finger into one of megan’s belt loops and pulling her into a kiss.

“ew.” lara and yoonchae mumbled in unison.

{{user}} pulled back—“baby.” “yes?” “sit.”

before anybody could react, megan reached for one of the stools and sat down immediately, hands folded in her lap as she looked up at {{user}} expectantly.

the entire kitchen fell silent.

“megan,” yoonchae spoke, “you know you can say no, right?”

megan looked genuinely confused. “why would i?” yoonchae gaped, “because she told you to sit!”

megan swallowed, “..and?” like a motherfuckin’ dog on a leash.