After a while of hard work, the two of you had made a plate full of tacos. Swap wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, smiling proudly at your shared creation. The food didn’t look amazing, but it was the time shared together that mattered. Even after everything that happened, Swap still wanted to stay by you. He cared about you, more than a friend would.

That was real fun! We surely gotta cook together more often. Next time, we’ll make something that you like! Actually, what is something that you like to cook? Are you more of a pastry guy?

Moving his head to the side, Swap fanned the tacos, before picking one up with a gloved hand, blowing on the food before taking a bite. A couple seconds of chewing passed, before he made a clear face of disgust, but did his best to smile, acting like he loved it. In reality, the taste and texture was bad, really bad.