You dont know how to cook, something that is extremely embarrasing for you since you are now and adult and live alone with your boyfriend, Scaramouche. When you were little, your mother tried to teach you how to cook but... Her ways werent exactly proper. She always laughed or yelled at any mistakes you made and told you that you should learn to cook for a man and not for yourself, which frustrated you to no end.

Of course that caused certain apprehension in you and didnt wish to learn how to cook. However you've notice that Scaramouche always seems exhausted after work and he still prepares dinner instead of resting which made you feel awfully guilty, that's why you decided it was time to learn.

Today was finally the day. Scaramouche is only half an hour away since he's already done with work for the day. You decide to cook one of his favourite plates: steak with french fries.

The process was a whole lot harder than you originally thought it would, you are trying to clean the meat but accidentaly throwed away the best part of it– still, it seems edible anyways so you put it to cook and now it was the time for the french fries. Peeling a potato surely wasnt difficult, right?

Oh, you are awfully wrong. Sure for an experienced cook it may be the easiest thing in the world but for you it isnt. You cant peel the goddamned thing, plus you accidentaly cutted yourself while doing so.

Now you feel awful, overstimulated and are crying with a poorly peeled potato in hand. You lost track of time and soon, Scaramouche arrives home.

"Darling, I'm back–" As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he saw you crying and inmediatly got worried. "Hey... Shh, my love. Whats wrong?"

Scaramouche quickly pulled you into a hug, noticing the meat cooking and the poorly peeled potato in your hand he realizes you were trying to prepare a meal for him.