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"Shit, fuck--!"

He hisses, dropping the lasagna pan on top of the stove, waving his hand frantically, oven mitt smoking, just a smidge. Someone accidentally brushed the burner with the cloth mitt, oops.

"It's a date, obviously," he grumbles, tearing the mitt off and throwing it at the garbage can. "But I can't fucking cook, so that's trash."

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...!!

"A date?" He perks immediately and comes over to Chuck's side.

Somehow all the balloons and shit make sense now. A date. Chuck.. maybe.. hasn't ever been on a date before? Does he know you don't need decorations for a date? Does he know you usually just go out to eat on a date?

But ah fuck that doesn't matter in the least now, this is fucking amazing.

"It's not trash, it smells amazing in here. Should I go get dressed?"

Change, he means. Do his hair and everything? Ha! A date! It makes him a little giddy out from under the stress he usually carries around, especially lately.

Chuck has no idea what you do on a date. He's literally just winging the fuck outta this and hoping for the best.

"I'm pretty sure it's burned--uh, yeah. You do that, actually."

Go get dressed and Chuck is gonna...try and see if this is salvageable. It smells good but he's pretty...sure the top isn't supposed to be that brown.

Well, maybe it's slightly Charmandered but Raleigh won't hold it against Chuck for trying. This is also the guy who spent a week practicing cooking duck so he's got some faith. And all this other effort he put in is, quite frankly, staggering.

"Yeah, okay." A smile and he squeezes Chuck's shoulder before going to do just that. Change his clothes and do his hair and appear back with a smile in the nice blue shirt that Chuck picked out for him.

"So what brought all this on?" as he comes back out, nice little swagger in his step.

This was more last minute than the duck ordeal - but, you know. He tried. It'll probably taste better than he thinks - a nice cronch on the top layer, but the insides will be nice and melty with good flavor and seasonings.

He perks when Raleigh comes back out, the table set, flowers in a vase, the lasagna cut up and bread on the table. He likes that shirt on Ray.

"I dunno. Just felt like we needed to do more date stuff."

"Well, you won't see me complaining," he smiles and comes to sit, admiring the spread. Admiring the work that's gone into it.

"This is probably the nicest date I've ever been on. Definitely the most considered. I've got some plans for us but they'll have to wait until it's warmer out."

"It won't be as nice as the duck," he warns, because he didn't have ample time to practice, this was very much an idea stolen from another couple so. Here they are.

"Plans, huh?" He grins, flashing a wink as he plops some burned lasagna on a couple of plates for them.

Veggie, of course, you HEATHEN.

No one stopped you from putting chicken in it, Chuck, but he appreciates the gesture.

He would have eaten it anyway, even if it was bolognaise.

"Yeah, a few. There's some nice scenery around here when it isn't covered in snow or monsters."

Or blood. Mostly the blood.

"There's a mountain.. and a lake. And one of those sinkholes has a beach in it apparently."

Chicken in lasagna? What kind of heathen are you, exactly? No. It's fine, it's just without meat. All red gooey pasta with some crunch because, burned.

"That sounds pretty nice. And I'd kill for a beach."

Chicken lasagna is a thing, don't shit on it until you try it.

He perks mid bite.

"Yeah? Me too. Do you wanna go?"

Weird.

"Hell yeah, I wanna go. That sounds amazing. I miss the heat. And the ocean."

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