moments with you.

17. Cooking

Author's notes: So... I updated this on fanfiction.net but I forgot about doing so here.

I've been thinking about removing all the fanfics I have posted here and using my wattpad account simply for original stories (even though the fanfics seem to be the only stories being read right now...). What do you guys think? Would you prefer I leave it on Wattpad or take it down (it'll still be available on fanfiction.net). Either way, Merry Early Christmas!

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17.

"Are you sure about this?"

GoGo shifts uncomfortably in the kitchen, tugging at the purple and black apron strapped around her. It's the one Tadashi got her for Christmas – he got Honey Lemon a matching one as well – and she remembers pretending to scoff at it. Why would she ever need an apron? Then karma decides to bite her in the neck, because it's sent a messenger in the form of one of her best friends. Honey Lemon beams at her in reply, enthusiastically leafing through the cookbook in her hand.

"Sure! It's Christmas, so it'll be optimum for them to come over for dinner!" The taller girl answers, with 'them' referring to their male companions in the nerd lab – Fred, Wasabi, and Tadashi Hamada.

"We already had dinner at your place last week," GoGo points out. Cooking isn't one of her strongest suits, despite the fact that she lives alone (when Honey asks, mildly dumbfounded, GoGo simply gestures to a few discarded takeout boxes in the trashcan).

"Exactly!" Honey Lemon continues, undeterred, "That's why we should have dinner at your place this week."

GoGo sighs. She's never going to get out of this, is she? To her, Honey Lemon is almost the physical embodiment of persistence.

"'Cept for the fact that I can't cook," she mutters, crossing her arms. GoGo hopes her words are enough to convince Honey that having her make dinner is a very dangerous idea (Maybe even worse than the first time Honey had dabbled in baking, GoGo shudders). But Honey merely scoffs lightly at her words.

"Of course you can! Here–" Honey Lemon hands the brand new cookbook to GoGo, who almost drops it from the sheer weight. She absent-mindedly flips to the last page of the book, which is marked with a minuscule three hundred and ten at the bottom corner.

"I've dog-eared the simplest recipes,' Honey Lemon is saying as she grabs her bag and starts heading to the door. GoGo follows after her in slight surprise. Her best friend has been here for merely an hour – a pale comparison to the length of time she usually stays (which ranges from one and a half hours to twenty four). This time, she's only around long enough to give GoGo a few recipes for the christmas dinner she'd forcefully set up. GoGo doesn't mind that idea when Honey Lemon's been the one doing the cooking. It's a different story when she's the one standing behind the kitchen counter with a brand new cookbook pushed into her hands.

For a while, GoGo entertains the idea of calling off the whole thing. It's not like she agreed to the idea in the first place. Not officially, anyway. It's only when Honey Lemon was mentioning how nice it would be if they could have dinner together again that GoGo had voiced her agreement – which, in hindsight, has prompted the bubbly blonde to interpret their exchange as an invitation to GoGo's house.

GoGo wishes she can take back her words now. But it's rare that everyone is free on the same particular day, and unfortunate that all restaurants and cafes will be closing early on said day. GoGo sighs yet again. Now that she has looked for alternate routes, she's starting to realise that she doesn't have any other choice in the matter.

"You're leaving already?" She's been nursing the secret hope that Honey will be staying around to help out.

"Yep, I promised Tadashi I'd meet him for a coffee. Bye!" Before GoGo can as much as raise an eyebrow, Honey Lemon is gone.