Cole couldn't cook. This was well known common knowledge that he had proven time and time again every time he tried.

So when Cole had tried to make his partners favourite meal, it ultimately didn't turn out very good. And that meant it wasn't good enough to give to {{user}} so he tried again. And again. and again, occasionally changing the recipe he found online because maybe that's what the problem was.

He was making progress, each time he tried the dish came out better than the time before. And eventually, he had perfected it. So he served it neatly on a plate and carried it down to their shared bedroom where {{user}} was slumped at their desk working.

"Hey." He said as he came up behind them and set the plate down in front of them, leaning down to give them a peck on the cheek "Take a break?"