"Luke that smells horrific." I gagged, turning away from the frying pan.
Luke chuckled at my suffering and turned to attend the big slab of pink fish.
"Oh c'mon." He said, turning down the heat a little bit. "It's fish."
"Exactly."
"But not just any kind of fish." He pointed out, trying to shove his smelly fingers in my face.
I ducked away and grabbed him from the wrist to the sink where I turned on the tap and shoved his hands under the water.
"It's salmon." Luke laughed, squirming out of my grasp.
"Ooh salmon." I mocked him.
He rolled his eyes.
"Do you not care for some proper cuisine?" He asked, squeezing some lemon juice onto the fish.
I scrunched my nose.
"I prefer le classic." I told him in a French accent. "Pizza margarita."
He laughed, leaning back onto the kitchen counter to look at me.
"Well I think you'll be surprised by my amazing cooking skills." He winked.
"Yeah if I don't throw up first." I rolled my eyes.
"I promise salmon isn't even that fishy." He tried to convince me.
"Oh right so you're telling me that fish isn't actually that fishy?"
He reached out and pulled me into a hug.
"That's exactly what I'm saying Allison."
"That does not make sense Lucas. And ugh you smell like fish." I told him, pulling myself out of him grasp.
He furrowed his eyebrows and smelled himself.
"I do not."
"You do to."
"Do not."
"Do to."
He sighed.
"I do not. The smell is just...everywhere." He told me, forking the pieces of fish onto a plate.
I rolled my eyes at him and took my place at the table.
"Do not roll your eyes at me Allison I saw that."
"You're making me try food I don't want to try." I whined.
"Look." He told me, sitting down opposite me. "If you don't like it, we'll order a pizza, ok?"
My face cracked into a smile and I clapped my hands.
"Ok." I told him.
"That's not going to happen though." He pointed out, lighting the candle in the middle of the table with a match.
"So fancy." I complimented him, as he pulled out my chair for me and then pushed me in.
"Eh I'm a nice guy." He giggled.
"Ooh don't flatter yourself Lucas."
He smiled and rolled his eyes, breaking a piece of the fish and putting it down onto my plate.
I scrunched my nose in disapproval as I watched him eat the fish.
"I don't want to do it." I whispered, trying not to gag.
"Ally you are such a baby." Luke laughed, lifting a piece of my fish onto his fork.
"I am not." I insisted, eyeing his fork.
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