Panini looked at Chowder as he ate; nothing out of the ordinary really. But what made this moment so special for her was that she had made the dish he was eating. She didn't really mind that he didn't know she'd made it for him, she just loved that he was eating something she'd made.

Love, love me do. You know I love you, I'll always be true, so please, love me do. Whoa, love me do.

He was the most amazing person she'd ever met. She knew they were meant to be married someday, even if Chowder wouldn't admit it.

Love, love me do. You know I love you, I'll always be true, so please, love me do. Whoa, love me do.

"Chowder," she sighed quietly. "Someday we'll be married and I'll cook for you day and night."

Someone to love, somebody new. Someone to love, someone like you.

Panini knew in her heart that Chowder was just afraid, afraid of his feelings for her.

Love, love me do. You know I love you, I'll always be true, so please, love me do. Whoa, love me do.

She sighed lovingly, heart in her eyes, as Chowder licked the revenants of the meal off of his fingers and walk away after yelling those words that Panini knew were just to cover up his feelings. "I'm not your boyfriend!"

Love, love me do. You know I love you, I'll always be true, so please, love me do. Whoa, love me do. Yeah, love me do. Whoa, oh, love me do.

Panini sighed as images of her future wedding with Chowder began to fill her head.