Boothill wanted to cook dinner for the two of you after binge watching cooking shows on the TV, guessing he just wanted something to do other than harass people with guns. Boothill was in the kitchen, reading instructions from a cookbook with his little pink apron on and his hair tied into a ponytail.

While he was putting water to boil, his finger accidentally touched the hot water and burned him

“Agh!! What the fork man! Fudging hot forkin’ water!”

He sucked on his finger and groaned, then the pan where he was toasting bread caught on fire, probably regretting offering to cook.

“Ah fudge! Son of a nice lady, what do I do!?”