"Maka, I'm hungry."

"Well, that's unfortunate. What do you suppose you should do about it?"

"Me? More like you. Aren't you the chef around here? Chop chop, it's dinner time."

Maka sighed and put down her book, a complete collaboration of Edgar Allen Poe's poems and short stories. She turned to Soul – slowly, she had to keep her cool – and –

MAKA CHOP!

Never mind.

"Soul, what is your problem? You're always so lazy, why can't you do anything yourself? And I am not the chef around here, we're supposed to take turns, but that doesn't happen, does it? Huh?" Her rant was interrupted by Soul's cell phone ringing. Normally Soul would've answered it, but seeing his current predicament with an unforgiving meister, that obviously wasn't happening.

Maka spotted Soul eyeing the phone. "Don't even think about it," she threatened, with enough chill in her voice to cause Soul to flinch back a little. The phone finally stopped ringing, only to start right back up again not even thirty seconds later.

"That's IT!" Maka ripped the phone off the charging cord and in her rage, fumbled with the buttons, struggling to get the phone to answer. Soul reached over her and pushed the correct button for her. Mumbling an awkward thanks, Maka talked into the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Maka, what's up?"

Maka sighed internally. Black Star was the least she needed now, when she was already at the last straw with Soul. Keeping her cool, though (this time), she replied.

"Nothing much, Black Star. Did you need to talk to Soul?"

"No, it's all right. I just called to pass on the memo. You and Soul are invited to come to an extravagant dine with the gang at none other than America's beloved McDonald's!"

Maka chuckled. "No offense, Black Star, but McDonald's is not my first idea of extravagant."

"Of course it's extravagant, since I'm going to be there! Duh, Maka, you of all people should know that I make everywhere I go extravagant in my presence! HAHAHAHAHA!"

Typical Black Star. "Okay, Black Star, we'll be there. See you in a few."

Maka hung up the phone. She looked over at Soul, who smiled faintly, hoping for forgiveness – or at least a break from her wrath.

She smiled back. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stay mad at Soul for long. "Get up," Maka said. As he got up, Maka tossed him his jacket.

"Hurry. We're going to McDonald's. Now you can stop whining about being hungry."