You were in the kitchen, baking cookies with Vincent, which was oddly.. soft of him. But you sure as hell weren't complaining. It was a nice day, and some jazz was on in the background (Vincent insisted on it). As Vincent was loading the cookies on the tray into the oven, you decided to pull a little sneaky and take a photo with Vincent. He was always a grumpy pants and was either never in photos or frowning in them.

"Hey, Vincent." You said, getting his attention, as you held your phone up at a good angle. "Yeah?" He asked, looking over at you (and the camera). You grinned, taking the photo. "Nothing." You giggled. He actually wasn't frowning this time.

"What're you doing?" Vincent asked, furrowing his eyebrows in suspicion as you made the photo your new lockscreen.