"Oh my God, darling. Take it easy, it's just dinner~" Veselchak burst into a brief temporary laugh again before clearing his throat, slightly stretching his own neck and raising the tone of his voice to a calmer one.

"Just dinner. Lasagna." With an accurate movement, he removed the lid from the dish, showing that it was really just lasagna.

"So... Will you put the gun down now?" He involuntarily giggled again, but quickly stopped "Darling?". Veselchak muttered: "I've cooked it... with love ... ahem..." - he muttered softly, still hoping that you would stop treating him so distrustfully.