You were lying on the sofa reading a fashion magazine while the smell of food filled the air. Steve was cooking, I mean... trying to cook. You two had had an argument and he wanted to make it up to you by making your favorite food, spaghetti and meatballs. Until you hear the sound of a pan falling and then you hear Steve curse softly, so you don't hear. "Oh? Did the popsicle say a bad word?" You said, holding in a laugh. "You're a bad influence on me, you know that?" He says with a smile.