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"I'm kinda hungry," Mark mumbled as a painfully boring movie played on Tiffany's laptop.
She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. "Do you wanna eat fried eggs?"
He smiled lazily. "You know how to make them?"
"Yes, sir," she chuckled. "I'm not like you."
He gasped dramatically and buried his face into her neck. "How dare you."
She laughed, pushing him gently away as she stood up. "Come on. I'll teach you."
"What?" He blinked. "To fry eggs?"
She nodded and tugged him up from the bed. He let himself be pulled up easily, grinning as he wrapped his arms loosely around her shoulders from behind while she led him out of the room.
She smiled to herself, mentally scolding her past self for ever thinking this wouldn't work out.
They reached the kitchen, and Mark immediately hopped up onto the counter, swinging his legs slightly as he watched her like she was performing some sort of magic.
"Okay," she said, lighting the stove and placing a pan on it. "First rule, heat the pan."
She hovered her hand above it after a few seconds, checking the temperature.
Mark watched her every move intently.
She grabbed the oil bottle and held it up. "This is important. Otherwise the egg sticks."
He covered his face dramatically. "Yo, are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?"
She laughed, stepped closer, cupped his jaw, and pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek. "You're so cute."
His cheeks turned red instantly.
She poured a little oil into the pan, then grabbed two eggs from the fridge. Holding one up, she gently tapped it with a fork until a crack formed, then smoothly cracked it open into the pan.
Mark stared in awe.
After letting it cook, she slid the egg neatly onto a plate and held it up proudly. "See? Oil is the key thing you're missing."
He smiled shyly, hopped down from the counter, and straightened up. "I'll make the other one."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes," he nodded confidently. "But if I succeed, I need a reward."
She raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"
"We'll think about it," he shrugged, pouring oil into the pan.
She gave him an impressed look as he cracked the egg successfully.
"Good," she commented.
He winked.
Just as he tried sliding the egg onto the plate, she stopped him. "Not yet. It's not cooked."
"Oh." He nodded seriously, waiting a little longer.
"I think it's done now," she said.
He turned off the stove and carefully placed the egg on the plate. "Tada~" He clapped softly.
"It's perfect," she smiled, looking at him. "So...what do you want as your reward?"
"A kiss," he smirked.
She rolled her eyes and took a bite of her egg. "You could've just asked."
He puckered his lips exaggeratedly.
She shook her head. "Now, now. Eat your egg."
Mark pouted, grabbed his plate, and followed her out of the kitchen anyway.
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