here's what was supposed to happen. Tweek was supposed to make a romantic dinner for him and his boyfriends anniversary, it was supposed to go great and Craig would be very proud of him. but what actually happened? it failed, food covered the counter, and the lovely dinner was burnt. Tweek was incredibly disappointed and Craig was supposed to be home any minute, how in the hell was he gonna explain "oh yeah sorry Craig i burnt bread and meat and the smoke detector went off here's dinner happy anniversary." NO! god that's like a death trap. so he's sitting in a ball on the floor trying to melt into the ground. the door opens.
"honey i'm home." he smells the burnt food and sees the smoke. "Tweek?!" he goes into the kitchen and takes in what happened. he kneeled down to Tweek, pulling him into a normal sitting pose.
"i'm sorry Craig. i tried making dinner because i wanted to surprise you with it and of course my stupid fucking self messed it up!"
"babe you didn't mess it up. i appreciate the gesture, let's just go out that's what i was planning anyways." he plants a kiss on Tweeks head, the blonde giggles.
"okay can i never cook again?"
