LXC, pleased: Our first date was lovely, sweetheart.

JC, choking on his noodles: THIS WAS A COOKING LESSON!

LXC, kissing his flour-dusted cheek: Next time, I’ll focus. I promise.

JC, blushing: Liar.

LXC, charmed by JC's blush kisses him again. This time, aggressively.

LXC, gazing at him through all the smoke: The way your nose scrunches when you yell is...

JC: OUT. GET OUT!

(JC tries and fails to save their lunch.)

So they eat takeout on the porch.

JC, grabs the ladle from LXC's hand: GODDAMNIT!

LXC (admiring JC’s furious stirring): Your passion is inspiring. *fans himself*

JC: THE BOTTOM OF THE SOUP IS FUCKING CHARRED!

LXC: Like your beautiful temper. *beams*

The kitchen is now actively smoking.

JC, coughing: HOW DID YOU BURN WATER?!

LXC delicately dices one perfect piece, then gets distracted by JC’s scowl.

JC: Why is there only one onion slice?

LXC: You looked angry. It was *exhales breathily* CAPTIVATING *stares like a creep*

JC: 👁️👄👁️

JC: STIR THE DAMN—!

LXC: *totally forgets to stir* Huh?

JC: THAT’S NOT—! MY EYES ARE UP HERE, XICHEN!

LXC, sheepish: Sorry. Yes, mommy! I'll pay attention! *cheeky grin*

JC, blushing: That's not —! Fine. Just... just pay attention.

JC: Now, slice the onion thinly. Like how I've showed you.