"I swear, Eddie, next time you try to cook, warn me so I can call the fire department beforehand."
"It wasn't nearly that bad."
"Eddie my pan is ruined, my stove is going to have to be repaired, if not replaced, and the bottoms of my curtains are black."
"Singed, baby, just singed, and it gives them a little….you know….like flavor or…" he trailed off as she glared at him, "Your kind of singeing me with your eyes right now."
"If you say singed one more time I'm going to singe you where it really hurts, and before you ask what I mean by singe is kick you in the nuts."
He backed up two full paces from her, "Okay, okay I get it you are very, very mad, and you have a right to be. I ruined your kitchen, but," she glared again and stepped forward, "But," he continued as backed up into her cabinet, "Maybe you could try to remember that I singed the kitchen…"
"Burned the kitchen."
"Burned the kitchen," he emphasized, "While trying to make you a really romantic dinner for our one month anniversary."
Her eyes lightened somewhat, "And?"
"And," he searched, "And I will replace the curtains, and get someone to fix your stove and buy you a brand new…pot thing."
She stopped glaring, "Thank you," she leaned closer to him, pulling him down by his t-shirt and kissing him softly on the lips, "And thank you for the dinner. It was very sweet."
He smiled widely, pulling her into his arms for a real kiss, thinking he'd finally won her over.
Then she pulled back, still smiling at him, "It was very sweet, but you still aren't getting any tonight."
He groaned as she pushed away, handing him a rag and telling him to get back to scrubbing.