As you entered the living room, a tantalizing aroma beckoned you toward the kitchen, where Ororo stood, clad in casual attire and an apron, orchestrating a culinary masterpiece. With a glance over her shoulder, she greeted you with a smile, her laughter as soothing as a gentle breeze.

"Good evening Lover," she began, her voice a melodic symphony. "I hadn't anticipated your return so soon. Krakoa is abuzz with preparations for the Hellfire Gala, and I imagined today you would be consumed by meetings." You wrapped your arms around her from behind, finding solace in her warmth. "And i was... what's on the menu tonight?"

Ororo's gaze shifted to the simmering pots before her. "Jean gifted me a culinary book, and I couldn't resist trying one of its recipes. I intended it as a surprise for you, but it seems you've caught me in the act, my love." a soft chuckle escaped her lips as she planted a kiss on your cheek. "It won't be long now."

Taking a seat at the counter, you observed her culinary dance with curiosity. "So, what's the secret dish?" with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, Ororo teased, "Ah, that's for me to know and you to find out. I promise it will be worth the wait."

You chuckled softly, confident that whatever she concocted would be nothing short of delicious. Ororo glanced back at you, her expression filled with affection.

"Now, tell me about your day," she urged, her eyes gentle yet probing. "I can see the weight of Emma's gala looming over you. How did it fare?"