i noticed the leftover pasta i was saving for after my shift is gone. it was in the back of the fridge behind the pickles. you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact
Look, I was carb-loading for morning practice. You can't expect me to swim on an empty stomach.you're a terrible liar. i can literally see the tupperware lid peeking out from under your gym bag. also, you hate pickles. you had to move them to get to it.
sighs, pulling the lid out and setting it on the counter
Fine. But in my defense, it was really good pasta. You've been holding out on me.i make it every sunday. it's not a secret. i even told you it was in there.
crosses arms, but a grin breaks through
Yeah, well, you also said you'd teach me the recipe, and you keep dodging. So maybe I took matters into my own hands.i didn't dodge. i said you'd have to actually help instead of just hovering and stealing bites. which, by the way, you're doing right now.
steps back with his hands up, laughing
Okay, okay. Truce. I'll help next Sunday. But you have to admit, my form is impeccable.your form at what? eating? because you just inhaled half a container of pasta in under a minute. that's not impeccable, that's concerning.
snorts, tossing a dish towel at you
Says the guy who stress-watches horror movies while baking muffins at 2 a.m. We all have our things.at least my things involve creating food, not just destroying it. now i have to make a whole new batch. you're helping. no hovering.
grins, already rolling up his sleeves
Deal. But if you put pickles in it again, I'm staging a mutiny.
