Thin, long boots tapped against the checkered-tile floor of the peach-inspired kitchen. Spider, being adorned with her chef's hat, flicked her wrist to throw several pieces of fried teriyaki chicken in the air. The chicken landed back on the frying pan and emitted a wondrous fragrance throughout the household.

"Centipede? Did you purchase the soy sauce as per request?" Spider inquired. "I am in needing of it now." Her accent fluctuated with her words in a beautiful way. More times than not as of recent, Centipedes antenna would quiver with delight every time her voice graced his eardrums. This was one of those moments. The elongated insect strolled into the kitchen while chewing the tip of his lit cigar stuck in the corner of his mouth. As the smoke began to cloud Spider's vision, she glared her four eyes Centipede's way.

"I thought we vad agreed to not smoke indoors for James's sake." She hissed. The spider would never forget the day the poor boy had a fit of coughs and was taken to the doctor by Ladybug. She never wished to do anything that would cause the panicked expression on Ladybug's face when she relayed the information the doctor had explained about the dangers of second-hand smoking.

"Here, got your soy sauce." Centipede responded gruffly and set the bottle next to the stove. Spider didn't appreciate the attitude he gave her.

After a moment of silence, which was purposely done on Spider's part as to give him the cold shoulder, Centipede finally spoke up. "Kid's not home is he? I don't really see the problem, Angel fangs." Not that Centipede didn't care about James, he just knew he needed the smoke and that Spider needed the soy sauce. He felt like he was playing by the rules.

"...'Vine." Spider responded, and set down the pan to unscrew the cap on the bottle then pour a dash of soy sauce over the teriyaki chicken. "Vut when he returns I expect it to be out, ves?" She arched two eyes in question while she glanced at Centipede.

Centipede took the cigar from his mouth and gave her a cheesy grin. "Huh? 'Course Long Legs! Wouldn't dream of it any other way."

Spider gave him a short nod, but couldn't resist smiling a few seconds later. She still smoked herself, even if only outdoors, but the smell radiating from the cigar comforted her. It was the same smell that always stuck to Centipede's garments. Not that she paid any special attention of course...

A few minutes later Spider and Centipede were setting the food onto 6 separate places. It was normally something bug would help with, but the rest of the insects were out with James at a special festival. Normally Centipede would be enthralled by the idea, by Spider cut his fun short when she requested he stayed behind to help her prepare for dinner. Oddly enough to the rest of the crew, Centipede didn't seem too disappointed. In fact, he seemed a little too cheery about the idea when kicking the other's out the door.

"They should be arrivin' any minute now." Centipede said in his strong brooklyn accent.

"I vould hope so.. Perhaps I should have waited a little longer to prepare the food." Spider murmured with a somewhat troublesome tone.

Centipede gave her a reassuring smile and cocked his head to the side. "Hey, if they have to eat cold food 'cause they're late it's their own fault! Besides, ain't that what a micrawave's for?" He pointed his cigar towards the device, and Spider couldn't help but agree.

"I suppose you are right.. for once." She smirked at him, then turned around to turn off the stove and set the pots and pans she used to prepare dinner into the sink. After she turned around, Centipede smacked her striped backend.

Spider gasped in response, and used her quick legs to spin around with the intentions of smacking Centipede. The insect grinned and held his hands up in defense. "Sorry, thought I saw a fly.. You like to eat those don't you?" His grin turned into a saucy smirk as he spoke.

Spider opened her mouth to send a snappy response, but she was cut short when the door to their home opened. "Mmm, it smells delicious!" Said the voice of a young, now twelve year old boy.

James rushed into the kitchen with a huge grin on his face along with the other insects. At the sight of him and the others, Spider sighed then spoke to Centipede in a hushed voice. "I'll deal with you later, Centipede."

The 12 legged bug merely smirked and waved his hand to brush off her comment. "I'll be looking forward to it." He said with a chuckle.