Imagine your OTP sleeping in bed together, and Person A wakes up first. Person B is usually the one who wakes up first and makes them breakfast but Person A decides to give Person B a break and goes downstairs to make breakfast themselves.
He woke to sunshine searing his eyes and the scent of something burning. Upon further investigation, he discovered it originated from the kitchen where slices of toast resembled black tiles and the sausages looked like pieces of charcoal and Alan Humphries looked as sorry as sorry could be.
"...Alan."
"I wanted to surprise you." The younger Reaper sighed, shoulders slumped.
"You've certainly done that, though perhaps not as intended." Eric chuckled, plucking the utensil from Alan's hand and replacing it with a kiss. "But thank you all the same."