I flipped the spatula with confidence, watching the eggs sizzle in the pan. The smell wasn't perfect, but I was pretty sure I'd nailed it this time.
"It's called 'rustic,'" I declared, glancing at Sienna with a grin. She stood a few feet away, arms crossed, already looking like she was regretting letting me near the stove.
"Theo, that's not rustic. That's... charcoal," she said, stepping closer to inspect my work. "You're burning them. Again."
"I am not!" I protested, though even I could see that the edges were a little too crispy. Still, I wasn't about to admit defeat that easily. "I'm just adding some... texture."
Sienna snorted, shaking her head as she took the spatula from my hand. "Move. You're going to set off the smoke alarm."
I stepped aside but didn't go far, staying close enough to lean over her shoulder. "You're so bossy."
"Someone has to be," she shot back, flipping the eggs with a practiced motion that made me feel a little useless. "Otherwise, we'd be eating ash."
I wrapped my arms around her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. "I could get used to this, you know."
"Used to what?" she asked, her tone sharp but playful.
"Letting you cook while I supervise," I said, squeezing her waist lightly.
She groaned, elbowing me in the ribs—softly, but enough to make me step back with a laugh. "If you ever call this supervising again, you're banned from the kitchen for life."
"Deal," I said, still grinning as I watched her finish cooking.
The smell was so much better now that she'd taken over, and I leaned against the counter, watching her move with that effortless precision. Even though she pretended to be annoyed, I knew she was enjoying this.
"So, are you going to thank me for breakfast?" she asked, turning off the stove and sliding the eggs onto a plate.
I blinked. "Thank you? I was the one who—"
"Who almost burned down the kitchen," she cut in, shoving the plate into my hands. "You're welcome."
I looked down at the eggs and then back at her, but she was already walking out of the kitchen, leaving me standing there with the breakfast she'd saved from my "rustic" attempt.
I laughed to myself, shaking my head. "Yeah, thanks, Si," I muttered under my breath, following her to the table.
We sat down at the table, and I'd barely taken a bite when Sienna eyed me from across the plate.
"Do you need anything from the store?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as if she already knew the answer.
I shook my head, chewing thoughtfully. "Nah, I think we're good on groceries."
She gave me a look. "Really? You've checked the fridge?"
"Well... no." I shrugged. "But I don't need groceries. I just need snacks. For, you know, movie night."
Sienna paused, setting down her fork. "Movie night?"
I grinned. "Yeah. You, me, popcorn, terrible movies—what do you say?"
She rolled her eyes, but I could see the corner of her mouth twitching like she was trying not to smile. "Fine. Let's go, then. But I'm driving."
"Of course you are." I stood up quickly, grabbing my jacket and tossing her keys to her as we headed out the door.
At Target, things immediately got out of hand. The plan was to grab a few snacks, but five minutes in, we were already veering off course.
"You do not need this," Sienna said, holding up a giant stuffed sloth that I'd somehow convinced myself was necessary.
