John Laurens was cooking dinner he used the tongs to grab a piece of chicken from the deep fryer

“Does this look done..?” He muttered to himself. John had felt a tap on his shoulder and he jumped. “Ah!”

Alexander chuckled softly as he looked at the other. “Wow you’re really jumpy aren’t you honey?”

John had pouted. “No, whatever does this look done?” He held up the piece of chicken.

Alexander studied it for a moment. “Yeah I’d say it’s done.” He wrapped his arms around John’s waist.