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"I'm back!" Brice shouts as kicks the door open to his apartment. Seto's sitting on the couch, watching what appeared to be news on the television. He turns his head, "You really took three hours? What's in the bags?"

"So I went grocery shopping, since I actually do need groceries, and I figured I'd cook some food for the two of us," Brice grins as he rushes into the kitchen. Seto turns off the T.V. and follows behind him, much like a confused child. He gazes in bewilderment as he watches Brice unpack the food items.

"You? Cooking food?" Seto attempts to not laugh. "I never expected that you'd be the type to cook."

"I mean-" he stirs for a moment, "-it doesn't look that hard. I made ramen noodles without blowing up my microwave, so this shouldn't be any different. Cooking is an art, and I'm an artist."

"That's a bad analogy and mindset."

"You go wait, I'll prove to you that I can cook."

Seto rolls his eyes and shuffles back into Brice's living room.

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