hance, trading family recipes/cooking for each other?
“Nope,” Lance sing-songed, pointing the wooden spoon at Hunk with an air of threat, “sit your butt back down.”
Hunk drooped dramatically onto the table, watching Lance move competently around the kitchen. Technically he wasn’t doing anything wrong, but Hunk could still do it faster. “If you just let me-”
“Hunk.” Lance turned, arms crossed. “You cook for us all the time, on top of everything else you do. Today, I’m cooking for you. You will sit down, and you will relax, and you will let me do this for my boyfriend.”
Pausing, Hunk stared, then finally gave a slow nod. “Okay,” he replied, lips curling up. “I can do that.”
But a few seconds later- “Okay, but can I at least give you some tips on how to cut those fruits, because-”