He heard the scream before he heard the clank. Hearing that scream so often, he immediately went into action mode, stopping what he was doing, running down the stairs, jumping the last two steps, hoping he was fast enough to catch her. "Cordelia." He reached the kitchen and his eyes widened. "WH-Why is our kitchen sink on fire?"
"First of all, I was trying to cook YOU dinner and second of all, it's not the sink it's the pan." Cordelia turned on him, her face turning from apologetic to a scowl as she put the lid back on the pan, subduing the flames. . "Anyway, you weren't sup- Wait, did you say our sink?"
"We had an agreement. You don't ever, EVER cook in this kitchen EVER unless supervised."
Cordelia wrinkled her nose trying to hide her smile. "You said our sink." She walked up to him.
"That's not the point."
Putting his arms around her waist and her arms around his neck, she continued. "Like our kitchen?"
"No, never our kitchen. You are officially banned from the kitchen."
But she ignored him. "Or our couch." She rubbed her nose against his. He pursed his lips trying to remain stern. "Or our bed."
Finally he started laughing. He bent down and kissed her softly. "Yes. Ours. Always." He kissed her again. "But for the love of god, please stay out of the bloody kitchen."