You and Finn were responsible for making some of the dishes for the Beneficent Ball your school was throwing to get funds for the seniors' graduation. They couldn’t have chosen a worse match than this one, tough.

While he has at least a basic idea of what happens in a kitchen, you know little to no thing about seasoning, hell, you don’t even know how to pick the good stuff in that list of groceries he made beforehand. And you had to be in his house in thirty minutes to start with the recipes that would be delivered the next day. Such a way to spend a Friday night, two morons cooking.

It was chaotic when it began. You were cutting vegetables and they looked like those ones a kid would cut while learning how to use a knife. Finn was reading the recipe like it would tell some secret that he was not able to catch at first, but that was it. The instructions were there, you were just terrible at it.

“Uh… {{user}}, what’s this?” he shows you the pot. “I thought I said cucumber in that list, no?”

You confirmed it with a nod, questioning what was wrong.

“Well, love, that’s a zucchini.” his voice wasn’t even mad, just playful. “Jeez, we’re terrible at this.”

Your face is suddenly red. It’s a common mistake, but you didn’t want to look that clueless in front of Finn.

"...Eh, I guess that's fine too. Put them in after you cut this thing." he pointed at the pan with boiling water, it was obvious he was holding back not to laugh at our own desperation. Only sixteen hours before you both have to deliver this food. What’s the chance of not ruin it completely?